On Memory

Toni Morrison's

Haunted by the past and the institution of slavery, Toni

at the time of the

At the time of the snake body returns with

the labyrinth

She found herself in a maze deserted, among funky archaic

woman fallen

Demoiselles from Avignon. Fallen bodies; bodies fragmented in the

plastic spaces

Not knowing much about music, though always haunted by its

Mask Music Body

Where I am, memory is not. Where love is I am

(in)tangibility and

How do we read objects? Does the reading of objects differ from