“No Memory is Ever Alone” is the story of my dad and I. He used to bring out a box of slides that he photographed in his 20s every Christmas and make us all view them on an old projector on our living room wall telling the same stories every year. We all moaned and groaned about it. But it was a consistent memory from a childhood where we moved a lot and I never felt like I had a steady “place” to live and create memories.
I realized that by placing the slides in my current landscape, I created not only a connection between his life and mine, but a trail of memories, each that had its own association for both of us. These “dad memories” were part of my history and my place in the world.
I did not want to Photoshop that connection. Part of the process that was necessary for me was to find the right location and feel my dad’s slides united with how I live today – a place within a place, a memory within a memory.
Benny Was a Good Boy
Benny Was a Good Boy began as a chronicle of my old dog’s final year but ended up being a way for me to deal with death. By photographing his slow decline, I dealt with the feelings that accompany the breaking of a connection that was so important in my life. Moving a lot as a child led me to crave connections with people or places but I was also afraid to be hurt when the connection was ultimately broken. Dogs have always been that one unquestionable connection in my life – they never failed me.
Benny Was A Good Boy series includes a hazy, grainy, closed-in mood that embodied what I was feeling at the time. Presenting the images as diptychs intensified the close relationship that existed between the two of us.
Color My World
Breathing Dreams Like Air
How to Draw a Perfect Circle
I am currently working on a series about perfection and control, which have ruled my life. I have been the quintessential“good girl” - good grades, good hair, good manners. Perfection and control have even touched me through anorexia.
How to Draw a Perfect Circle is my visual representation of perfection and control and a way to work through why it has such a hold on my life but also commenting on the ridiculousness of perfection and how underneath the surface what looks perfect usually isn’t.
The Whole Body of Things
I have always searched for place, both a place to live and my place in the world. As a child, I moved around a lot. I had a stable family life but an unstable home. I craved that feeling of a sense of place and where I felt “at home.” This series explores my search for both a physical place but also an emotional home.