How much do I know about the impact of those experiences and feelings that with time turn into memories that slowly slip deep in my inner, uncontrollable and unknown garden of scars, fears, anxiety and pain?
These submerged memories, that float as ghosts to the point of being ignored and apparently forgotten, would shift from being a truthful and tangible reality to an allegory I would define as time passed by.
Allegories are my way to anchor those memories that would otherwise drown in the tempestuous realm of my unconsciousness, thus allowing them to cyclically come back to surface, to my consciousness through thoughts and perceptions, to remind me who I am and where I come from.
I came up with the idea of this short series last winter, as I came across “Freud’s View of the Human Mind: The Mental Iceberg”, a topographical model which represents the configuration of the mind according to the founding father of psychoanalysis. The conscious, preconscious and unconscious levels of our mind are represented by an iceberg, whose visible tip above the water hides a far greater mass under the surface of the ocean. Our memories and stored knowledge live in our pre-consciousness, right underneath the surface, and are the link between our awareness and our own shadows that live in the form of impulses and primitive and uncontrollable drives.