This is Doris Salcedo's Shibboleth in Tate Moderns Turbine Hall. Or atleast it used to be in 2007, then it was filled in and now it is just a very apparent scar of the memory of the work. I like thing like this, a lot. It's crude beauty.
I read some thing a while a go that our individual and collective memory is largely on the down turn because of our recent over reliance in technology. There's no need to remember stuff in short because we can just google it again later when we need to remember the exact details. Having always been interested in ritual and time I found it heartening to talk to a couple on Sunday who were marking their time in London by the milestones of their memories of the Tate's annual Turbine Hall commisions. Remembering them all (pretty much give or take a year) myself I could easily identify with how they help punctuate memory.
It both reminded me off this beautifully well observed piece in The Observer a couple of weeks ago on memory as local heritage (anyone who grew up in anything suburb/rural like should give it a read), and Asi's 12 year London anniversary tweet. Plus something around the toplogy and cartography of mapping memory, losely based around listenting to this on the radio a while ago. As with most of the stuff I throw up on here I've got no more solid discourse than that, I'm just hoping James might be able to help me make sense of it all.