(work in progress)
The story.
It
changes.
Our minds,
organic,
bend
and devour
the memory
like mold.
The snapshot. An attempt to preserve time and place. As memories change and evolve, so does the experience of the image. Letting the organic process overtake them, they reflect the workings of our own minds.
*35mm, silver gelatin print, naturally occurring mold
Staying under/Coming up
again
and
again.....
When there is no one left to tell the story, does that memory pass or can it be reshaped by those that are left behind? Conjuring familial ghosts from photos taken by lost loved ones, I have chosen these snapshots/day to day memories to try and bring new life to an untold story. Using a slide printer and expired Polaroid film, I took these images and pressed and pulled them, into the shape of something new. By doing this, I created a new space for meaning behind the ordinary; room to build a new story tinged with love and loss and hope for reconnection to the memory of missing family.
Old places.
Grown up places.
Back to nature places.
Childhood memories.
Glen School Circle, Singer Glen, Va.
*expired 35mm, silver gelatin print
the shape
of shadow/
the form
of light.
*4x5 negative, silver gelatin print
Open
windows
to the
winter
afternoon.
Find light
in the corners
of our
solitary
locked down
places.
*digital print
Looking for him,
at his foundation;
his place on this rock.
Gaining insight into a partner by exploring the place where he grew up; the landscape that shaped him.
*120 color film, digital print
Self reflection/self portraits taken from the point of view of the imagined public observer; voyeurism turned inward.
*120 color film, C- print
Be
ALL
the
everything.
*digital print
