“Yes, I am palimpsest too”
3 September 2019

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Stone found in the Belfast hill, Nothern Ireland


 
 
 

As history passes, just like the land with erosion traces our personal stories are marked.
 
Lauret Savoy writes in her book Trace: Memory, History, Race, and the American Landscape that “Sand and Stone are Earth’s fragmented memory. Each of us, too, is a landscape inscribed by memory and loss”.
In this point of view, I assimilate stones as a representation of each personal story. I collect stones from my hikes as you collect family archives and memories of a moment.
 
Rocky mountains existed before us and will still do after. It is formed by accumulations of sediments through time. We, also, have a story before the one we building: what are our roots? What did our ancestors? What makes our identity?
 
Geology gives us the key to read the past of our land and learn from it. What about us: how to be the geologist of our genealogy? How to find an answer of these silenced memories ? How can we re-trace our story when we don’t have our ancestors anymore ?
 

To my ancestors:
As-tu un souvenir que tu souhaiterais ne jamais oublier ?
Comment était mon grand-père ? Es-tu heureuse de ce que tu as crée ? Est-ce que c’était difficile pour toi quand mon grand-père partait à la guerre ? Qu’as-tu appris par ta vie et qu’est-ce que tu me donnerais comme conseil pour la mienne ? Pourquoi avez-vous dû partir d’Italie ? Te souviens-tu de tes frères et sœurs ?