Fading Memories During my isolation due to Covid, I found myself becoming so nostalgic I began reflecting on old photographs which sparked old memories. Memories are odd things. Everyone has their own memories that they cherish. I began thinking of the validity of memories. When you discuss a memory with a family memory it is interesting to find out that they remember an incident differently than you do. Are memories something that you actually experienced or sometimes just a story that you have heard over and over until it becomes a memory? Sometimes a distant memory pops up at odd times triggered by some random thing or thought. The recall on the complete thought is sometimes fuzzy. You think “is that how that happened?” Memories are sometimes like bubbles that are just floating around inside your head and sometimes they pop and memories flood out. As time goes by memories began to fade. Spurred on by my pondering about memories, I started working with old photographs, combining my photos and textures. I would blur the photo as a memory might blur as it fades.