I have never met Alicja. She’s an artist. I love her work that she’s been doing. It is amazing, but she also amazed me with that she was doing that. By loving her doing that, I recalled something eternal when I was very small. Something that I can’t recall now cause I’m grown. So I cannot say I recalled it entirely so I cannot say I recalled it at all, it’s hard to say what exactly happened when this portrait happened but I recall that I wanted to know if it was enough to be just knowing and loving what she was doing and that she was doing that. So I sat and watched her photo-portrait, emptied my mind and started to write The Mother of the Memory.

Mother Of The Memory

Mother. Mother of the memory. Memory was born and the mother had become the mother of that memory.

Young and pretty memory leaves her mother, but the mother is still the mother of that memory.

The memory can walk for long or short time, far or not too far. The memory can get spread widely, cut in half, get divided, collapsed or changed at all. But when the mother decides to recall, the memory comes back to the mother and they cuddle.

The memory goes to the room of the house of the mother. In the room of the mother, there is another memory of the mother. In the house of the mother, there is another room with another memories of the mother. In another room of the house of the mother, another young and pretty memory of the mother leaves. She leaves the mother. She walks far away and it takes a long time. The mother of that memory doesn’t know if that memory gets spread, cut in half, divided, collapsed or changed at all. When mother of that memory decides to recall, the memory comes back and they cuddle. The memory goes back to the room of the house of the mother where are another memories that got back to the room after they cuddled their mothers.

The moment when the memory sees there are another memories that are memories of another mothers she realizes there are another memories that must had had cuddled their mothers so and that means these memories must had been recalled by their mothers before they cuddled and so that means they could had got spread widely, cut in half, got divided, collapsed or changed at all after they had walked for long or short time, far or not too far after they had left their mothers as they were young and pretty memories after they were born to the mother of the memory, which had become the mother of the memory after she got that memory born so and she before was not the mother of the memory because she had not had that memory born. What was the mother of the memory before she had become the mother of the memory?

The  memory of the mother realizes that she realizes she has a question that is not answered. The memory of the mother has had the question but no answer. The memory of the mother keeps waiting for the question’s answer for short or long time and the question goes far or not too far and it gets spread widely, cut in half and divided and it gets collapsed and changed at all so the memory of the mother recalls that question. The memory of the mother realizes that she remembers. The memory of the mother realizes she has realized she got a memory born after she recalled she had not had the question’s answer. The memory of the not answered question’s answer about what was the mother of the memory before she became the mother of the memory, was born to the memory of the mother so the memory of the mother becomes the mother of the memory.

Now the mother of the memory with her memory of the mother come back to the house of the mother of the memory and the memory leaves than the mother recalls and than they cuddle. The memory of the mother leaves the mother of the memory, than the mother of the memory recalls and than they cuddle. The memory leaves, the mother recalls and they cuddle. She leaves, she recalls and they cuddle. Leave, recall,cuddle. Leave, recall, cuddle. Leave, recall, cuddle. Cuddle. Cuddle.

Later I sent this to her and she replied that she loved it. I don’t know if she’d recall now.