I connected those pictures with the theme of how often we overlook one another's reality. I have unconsciously made my memories into a work of art, a collage in progress. My memory superimposed different events to make sure I would remember the damage of neglect and my family's penchant for loud but disconnected conversations. Art depends on pattern and repetition. In life, patterns are often too subtle to be immediately perceived.
Artists impose structure on memory to clarify the elusive patterns.
Jung believed there exists a layer of universal memory under personal memory. According to his idea, every life dips into the well of collective life and all stories explore a basic set of human archetypes. That would make each of us not just an individual, but a whole collections of personalities. At age nine, I formed an idea similar to this. I was an avid reader and devoured a book my friend gave me on the subject of reincarnation, Many Mansions .