Friday, June 26, 2015
Sunday, June 14, 2015
Artist Statement
I remember this day from my
childhood vividly. I was three years old and it was a gloriously sunny morning
at the zoo with my family. I was sitting on the shoulders of my Uncle Dave, and
I wore a bright red baseball cap to shield my eyes from the glare of the sun.
As we watched a giraffe happily chewing on some leaves provided to him by his
keeper, it stopped chewing and awkwardly walked over to the fence where we
stood. The giraffe stretched his long neck down over the fence, and gently took
the baseball cap from my head, and retreated back to the center of his yard. It
was an amazing experience that I told people for years. The only problem with
this story is that it never actually happened.
How could something that I
remembered with such detail be a figment of my imagination? This is the question
that drives my work. How is it that images and scenes are perceived, stitched
together as memories, and then recalled? How are memories created of events
that never took place? How do five different people have five different
memories of the same event?
Salvador Dali once said “The
difference between false memories and true ones is the same as for jewels: it
is the false ones that look the most real, the most brilliant.” Memories are
like circles, never ending, no beginning, constantly trying to find an origin.
Take multiple memories and try to stack them together and there are gaps; small
spaces that require interpretation to fill in the details. It is in this place
that I find myself; trying to fill in the gaps, trying to make sense of what I
am seeing and of what I am feeling; trying to create an understandable thought
out of unintelligible pieces. It is the ultimate conundrum, and it is the inability
to find the solution that keeps me searching.
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Tick, Tick, Tick...
Well, there is no avoiding it. Every minute that goes by gets us one minute closer to the next residency. I, for one, am thrilled that it is nearly upon us. I feel like I have had a very productive semester of work, and I have to get it out someplace where people can see it.
I was very pleased with the baseball photos that I made a couple of posts earlier. These scarred circles, remnants of stitches, simultaneously simple and incredibly complex. Miles of thread wound into a ball, stripped of its hide. Some were already stripped, some I helped a little bit, curious to see what lay underneath the peeling skin. It’s similar to the fascination I have with picking at peeling paint, glue, tape, or chewed gum stuck under a desk (I know, gross, but I can’t help it).
I was very pleased with the baseball photos that I made a couple of posts earlier. These scarred circles, remnants of stitches, simultaneously simple and incredibly complex. Miles of thread wound into a ball, stripped of its hide. Some were already stripped, some I helped a little bit, curious to see what lay underneath the peeling skin. It’s similar to the fascination I have with picking at peeling paint, glue, tape, or chewed gum stuck under a desk (I know, gross, but I can’t help it).
I then took these photos a step further,
allowing the weather that contributed to the appearance of the baseballs to
contribute to the appearance of their prints as well. I made large cyanotypes,
using the sun to create the image, and let the negative stay on the paper until
the wind blew it off, allowing nature to control the length of the exposure as
well.
I am fascinated with these results. So this is where
I am on June 1, 2015. Paraphrasing Diane Arbus, this has all become a question
about a question. The more I figure out, the less I know.
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