The Memory Artist Quotes

“dokhodyaga, a ‘goner’ in Gulag-speak, one of the soon-to-be-dead, emaciated”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“Plagued by the uncertainty of loss, the lack of a gravestone, perhaps there would be a sense of disquiet, nauseas of the mind, deep depressions—all as manifestations in the living of the mute presence of the dead, the knocking without hands, the calls without mouths.”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“Tireless and pale,”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“I considered calling Anya, but didn’t know what I would say.”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“But then, according to memoirs and accounts of the time, the curator and his colleagues continued to run tours of the museum. Gesturing to the absent works, they spoke to groups about the former contents of those empty frames, naming the lost images as though the paintings were still there in some way, in the remains.”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“Of names and dates printed in a white square and affixed at the bottom-right of the image. If only all histories could be so sure.”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“I wondered about the territories they saw, places somehow beyond the paper and beneath the printed lines.”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“since I’d never let myself get close to anyone.”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“Let’s talk about something else,”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“When the broadcast was over we had left the apartment, wandering aimlessly, too elated to care where we were going. Anya walked beside me, her small white bag swinging from one arm, her other wound through mine.”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist

“The days seemed to float, merge in the heat of summer. Perhaps”
― Katherine Brabon, The Memory Artist