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Both Proust and Bathes describe the essence of memory in longing to remember things What activates this particular memory- scent-touch- taste -desire- these are the lenses that one remembers their experience be it good or bad. In Proust’s case the banal act of soaking a biscuit transports him to his childhood – similarly each memory acts a palimpsest where the actual act is often forgotten only to be rewritten upon recollection and reshaped by the moment of remembrance, therefore, the ‘Memory” will be overwritten upon every recollection till there is only a fragment of truth. Similarly, Barthes in his book Camera Lucida describes the photograph in this lens not as an aid to remember the memory but as an anti-memory, he describes this especially through the process of grieving first “….Now one November evening shortly after my mother’s death, I was going through some photographs. I had no hope of finding her.”  Here he is lamenting the loss of his mother and even though he is looking at the photograph he has difficulty reconciling the memory of his mother and the woman he is looking at. He goes on to say ” .. I was sorting them, but none seemed to me .really ‘right’: neither as a photographic performance nor as a living resurrection of the beloved face ” ,here unlike Proust the photograph is unable to transport him to the memory of his mother he recalls her only through the lens of his grief. However, he goes on “There I was, alone in the apartment where she had died, looking at these pictures of my mother, one by one, under the lamp, gradually moving back in time with her, looking for the truth of the face I had loved. And I found it.  ” he describes the photograph in impeccable detail, blunted  corners, the faded sepia hue the posture of his mother and her brother-the gentleness of his mother as young girl, he describes the  photograph  in a loving and almost reverent  manner as if his dead mother had come back and he was looking at her once more –the reader never sees the photograph but the impeccable detail makes the photograph like a tangible memory here like Proust who lulls the reader to imagine taste of tea-soaked madeleines Barthes transports the reader to his own lived experience.  My practice is focused on history, memory and social commentary stemming from a desire to understand grief and memory. One of my core concerns about my practice trying to understanding this process of bereavement and how memories are formed as affect Banal objects manifest into memory triggers, souvenirs, photographs, newspaper clips, locks of hair even certain smells.Our memory Is limited we need images and resources, in order to remember our past. We tend to forget a lot more than we remember thus each memento becomes a tool for us to remember-important enough to remember but vague in terms of structure a relationship, a letter, a note -a post card-a ticket –things often of no or very little value but as a whole  form a coherent narrative from these fragments indicative of a personal or collective memory.