‘What’s left’ is a project around memory and community based on the Oulipo game ‘Je me souviens’ created by Georges Perec. In ‘Je me souviens’, Perec creates a landscape of memories of his childhood using the formula ‘I remember…’. Linking memories he creates an image that works like a photo album. Private stories that slowly create a common story. The tale of an age, a historical moment. That’s why we compile private memories to draw a tale that includes us all, that sustains us and tells us, in which we can find each other. ‘What’s left’ will develop into an instalation composed with the compiled memories. It will also produce a scenic piece in transit that will be completed and modified in each encounter with the memories written in this page.



Recall

Write your memories...
  1. I remember a stormy day. My little sister spent all the afternoon holding one of my fingers very tightly.

    Javier Hernando

    2 / 24 / 2015


  2. I remember a girlfriend i had in a summer camp in Asturias. Her name was María. Where is she now?

    Pedro Gómez

    2 / 24 / 2015


  3. I remember my first shag in the garden of a girl I barely knew.

    Julián Torres

    2 / 24 / 2015


  4. I remember when the Twin Towers fell. That same afternoon i had a meeting with my friends to play football but I ended up going with them to the hairdresser.

    Julián Torres

    2 / 24 / 2015


  5. I remember a night i went to party with my highschool friends. I was 16 I think and we went to the mall to buy some booze. Then we went to the train tracks to drink near a place where people walk their dogs and there is a gigantic rock we used as slope sitting on a plastic bottle. Then a journalist appeared and made us an interview for the local channel. He said he will cover our faces so no one could recognise us but when it came on tv we saw he hadn't pixeled anything.

    Julián Torres

    3 / 2 / 2015


  6. I rememer the kids playing on the school playground. Un field for six or seven simultaneous games. People running in opposite directions, bumping because they had their eyes on the ball. What ball? There were too many. I remember that sometimes i would stop in the whirlwind and would feel like the eye of the hurricane. Everything would slow down and the balls seem to play a rehearsed choreography as if they were the balls of a rhythmic gymnastics team, everything in its exacta place.

    Mario Muñiz

    3 / 2 / 2015


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