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I haven’t done a lot of writing on this blog, I’m not really sure why. I like putting phots of my work on here but struggle with the words. as you can tell the dissertation is going GREAT.
My work is based on the nostalgia, memories as dreams of the past. The future is so uncertain, and the current world seems so scary all the time. I like to retreat back into my memories, and feel comfort in the fuzzy images that come to me.
My primary resource is childhood photos. It was odd to see them for the first time. Many of the pictures I had never even seen, yet suddenly memories came flooding back to me, the photos were a catalyst for my rememberings. It was an indescribable feeling, one that left me very emotional initially. I yearned to be the child those pictures showed, to feel so carefree, every smell and every colour new and exciting. The photos may have faded but they are still bright in my mind.
yet as quickly as these memories came, they also vanished, I found my self straining to try and remember images that had been in my head moments ago. I released then that I need to make work about this, something that evokes such a powerful response from within me can’t be ignored.
my memories become layered, I cannot distinguish one from the other, what really happened and what was a dream. Have you ever had that? when you swear you cant remember if something happened, or you dreamed it into your own reality? That both amazes me and scares me. Much the way that dreams scare me.
my work last semester was imagined dreamscapes, and creating new worlds and places that felt familiar yet unfamiliar. I see my current work as an extension of this. the more time passes, the more my own memories begin to feel uncertain, shifting into dreams of what might’ve been.
it is now quite late and the cat is shouting at me.
more work coming soon…
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