2025.05.25
In the border areas between thinking and forgetfulness, the gene is present as a memory dissolution.
It is not summoned, but it arrives when the burden of memory becomes very heavy to carry the soul. His face – never seen completely – the parliament emerges like a pale water behind the layers of grief, its properties change, echoing what was once and now barely rapists. She doesn’t speak. She listens
People who find it do this at the edges of the dreams, where the layers and names of time are revealed. With the same eyes, the gene can loose the bales that expresses regret with the memory. He passes through the minds of the privacy, his touch slowly kills the sharp corners of the loss, and softens the time when it has tightened.
There is no elimination in his work, just change. A cruel word becomes a forgotten whisper. A closed door, once hit the slap, is now swinging slowly in the air. Its presence is not right, of course – it is surrender. Relief is not clearly, but in dissolution.
Many people look for it. Many people remember it.
And those who describe it in detail, but with color: the green blurred in gold, as the mass goes out of the don light. Or a feeling: After the rain comes, when the silence is complete and forgiven.
Jane’s work is sacred and invisible. She does not remain behind a sign in the self, no toe mark. Only the place where the grief was.
Some say that Jane once raised all the grief of the world in her heart. But now, she runs inside us – a whisper at a time, dissolving it.