Series of drawings and paintings on memory and nostalgia. Call them whispers.

In trying to escape the fatality of memory, he discovered an immense sadness that persuing the past inevitably only leads to greater loss. To hold a gesture, a smell, a smile, was to cast it as one fixed thing, a plaster death mask, which as soon as it was touched crumbled in his fingers breaking to dust.
                                                               - Richard Flanagan