A BISCUIT TIN OF MEMORIES VIDEO 2026

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Our memories often make us who we are.

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They confirm, a sense of belonging, that we exist.

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What fragments of the past do we preserve, informing our vision, how it was, back then, colouring it, and how it felt?

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Memories live on in what you leave behind and who, and how you were, in other people’s eyes.

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With the discovery of my childhood archival 1960 cine camera footage, I was moved to uncover the memory, shape my own narrative. Pages unfolded, words and images touched, gathered into a sense of belonging, preserved as a visual and material memory. The fragrance, touch, love, sounds, joy, grief, grit, and scars, placed gently, and perhaps the clues I hold most dear to me, inside an old biscuit tin.

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I am interested in the recall of things, the gathering, to ask, what senses, the holding of memory would you put in a biscuit tin, as the wind blows in the ashes and dust, tokens of our passage, and how you are now, before the fragments take flight and land delicately at your feet?

 

Carolyn Savidge 2026