On Memories

Remembering is not a certain art. Looking back can mean different things. Especially on the early years of life.

Visions drift through the mind – places, people, scenes, voices, scents. A mishmash of images. Or are they remembered photographs? Or tales retold later from mother, grandfather, friends? Perhaps these memories are imaginings; dreams; other people’s stories entwined with my own. Stories I have told myself that never really were. The fiction of our lives – the rememberings.

About lookbackincandour

I am an illustrator and writer for children. Originally from Yorkshire, I now hangout in Maine, USA. See more of my work at http://hazelmitchell.com
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