My submission reflects the way memory fractures and fades in the absence of mental imagery. Through a grid of blackened forms, each fragment presents a trace of a winter journey—overcast skies, distant architecture, and recognisable places now obscured by time and the limits of recall.

The shifting scale of the cubes suggests a disordered archive, where no moment is more whole than the next, yet each carries a certain weight. With Aphantasia, memory becomes non-visual: stored without images, recalled without clarity. Like a thick clouded sky, the scenes depicted remain unreachable—flattened into surface and shape.

This work speaks to the personal tension of holding photographic evidence without the ability to re-enter the moment. It is an arrangement of memory as object, not as experience—an atmosphere rather than a story.