#memory

#memory

She still wears it. Nearby sits a kilt still covered in the white hairs of one of her Springer Spaniels, which has since passed. Olivier Saillard, the French fashion historian guiding the performance, listens as the British artist wonders aloud whether a museum would preserve the traces of fur still clinging to the kilt. Saillard answers no. The hairs should remain. 'I don't want to clean this kilt,' Swinton says. Across A Biographical Wardrobe, the artists treat clothing as emotional evidence.

The hippocampus, a deep-brain structure that plays a role in memory and spatial navigation, continues to listen, learn and predict the meaning of words while a person is completely anesthetized.

Underlake presents a surreal narrative about two fictional towns, Paintsville and Steels, exploring themes of loss and the impact of government actions on communities through the lens of a diver's search.

The encounter with artificial intelligence produces an effect that transcends mere technology, creating a presence that responds and adapts, leaving a trace that influences future interactions.

In a striking scene, Macuacua holds up a tree branch shaped like a rifle and reenacts a patrol route from his youth with astonishing matter-of-factness. As his muscle memory kicks in, the past and the present collapse together to startling effect.

The narrator's journey in Tirana is marked by her search for the Sigurimi archive, reflecting her complex relationship with her Albanian identity and past.

The act of painting, like remembering, becomes sanctified not because it reveals truth, but because of the care and attention it requires. The devotional quality throughout this work is not religious, exactly, but borrows the aesthetic language of reverence: chandeliers, glowing skin, sacred gestures.

Research shows that summertime conditions can lead to cognitive impairments, particularly in memory and concentration. Factors such as sleep disruption, heat, dehydration, and smoke exposure are significant contributors to these effects.

Cameron Toshack stated, 'It's a terrible disease. It's the short-term memory where we're seeing it. I speak to him most days and if we chat in the afternoon, he might not remember that we also spoke in the morning.'

In her latest book, Indignity, Ypi blends archival material with a fictionalized account of her grandmother's childhood in Thessaloniki and her arrival in Albania, exploring themes of memory and dignity.

Monia Ben Hamouda's work weaves calligraphy, material transformation and ancestral memory into sculptures and installations that oscillate between language and form. In conversation, we traced the conceptual and sensory threads of her practice, unfolding through key works that reflect on heritage, embodiment and translation. Using materials such as iron, stone and pigment, her installations become sites where history is not only referenced but physically felt.

Known most for her large-scale artworks created from vast, intricate networks of thread, she developed her unique practice to make tangible the endless speculative configurations of human connections - something to be experienced rather than defined. But by asking her to describe her new exhibition, Threads of Life at the Hayward Gallery, I'm dragging her back into a reductive world of language. "If I wanted to express myself in words, if I could explain in words, I'd rather write," she says. "So I want to build visually, and I want to create visually. What I want to describe is beyond words."

Imagine being one of our Paleolithic ancestors and having to navigate the relative safety of the cave and all the presumably more dangerous places around it for food, forest bathing, and whatever else was on your cave-person mind. Your life would depend on having a detailed mental map of as much of the area around your dwelling as possible. If you were nomadic,

For my husband's 69th birthday, I asked his older sister to drive me to the neighborhoods where they grew up. I photographed the grocery store, his schools, the churches he attended, the vacant lot where his childhood home once stood. I printed the photos and placed them in an album. My husband, a verbose storyteller, especially about his life growing up as one of nine siblings, was very surprised. Nola Nolen 74, Harmony, Pa.

I remember the first time I remembered a smell. This was remembering to the extent that it stopped me in my tracks, taking me back to a specific moment, a specific place and a specific feeling. The smell was that of a bike shop. Mainly rubber, with notes of oil and plastic and a strong hint of sheer excitement. In that instant I was about 10 years old, in Bache Brothers Cycles at Lye Cross, near Stourbridge, in the West Midlands.