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Artist Statment

I am five.  I brush my teeth, while my mother undresses. I can count the number of grays in her pubic hair, more there, than on her head.  Her breasts still beautiful, like a blonde in her twenties, I tell her but she doesn’t believe me.  She steps into the shower over the grey marble siding.  As she does so, my tottering younger sister grabs at her leg, and misses.  In an instant, her small head meets the sharp corner of the marble and splits open a perfectly straight gash that quickly pours blood out onto the wet floor.  She leaves a trail of blood all the way down the stairs, and out the door.  This is the third time she has had to get stitches in her head; She is only two and already very clumsy, I wonder how she will survive in this world.

This story is not true.  While my memory of it follows a clear narrative in my head, the details of that event are wrong.  I found this out years later when recounting it to my mother, who quickly informed me that I wasn’t even there.  I had already gone to bed, and was only told the story the next day when I discovered the stitched up wound on my sister's head.  In this case, and many others, memory is an untrustworthy tool.  It is not a factual recording of events, but rather acts as a collaborative reconstruction; a fluid ever changing recollection that is influenced by things we learn about the event afterwards, our present external life, social constructs, and our own physical ability to recall.  

My work portrays the deceiving aspects of memory. By creating domestic spaces that play off of social, and culturally accepted notions of nostalgia, my sculptures and installations act as dioramas of memory construction. By considering the ways in which memories are shaped by personal experiences, viewed media (such as film and television), and the common ideas of domestic space, my work creates a recognizable yet alien environment. These environments are meant to mirror the way we might remember spaces, and moments within our own lives, not fully tangible yet fully real in the mind’s eye.
 

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