where do the lost memories go?

they are so unknown you wonder how they exist.

“No man is an island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend’s or of thine own were. Any man’s death diminishes me because I am involved in mankind; and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee…”

John Donne (1572 -1631)

Larry Kagan. Check out his site here. His work is merely strings of iron. when a light is reflected from above with certain angle they give a reflection on the wall. I first saw them in OK Harris gallery.

He has a tectacle coming right out of his heart. It connects to people, it makes walking so hard.

(via Metro Blogging Istanbul by Ist_Melih)

 photograph by Helllwein amazed me.