The fleeting memory is a terribly sad idea. To have had either a wonderful memory or a terrible one but not being able to remember it later seems to be a constant failing effort against time. Sometimes this effort to fix memories is what makes them fall apart faster.
In this artist’s book, everything from the lettering and the characters to the drying leaves is transitory, translucent or impermanently constructed. Cyanotype printing is the book’s centerpiece process, as it captures only an impression of objects once placed on it — objects, like memories, now gone.