I'm trying to come up with a title for this series. 

The whole idea of these works has to do with memory (and lack-of), nostalgia, etc. It began with the way you forget someone's face after so long. You remember that they had a beard and blue eyes, but you forget how many inches there are between their eyes or where their freckles lay. It's the same way as how in dreams you can't make out faces. You get a sense of a specific individual, but you can never lay your eyes on their face and focus on details. It's exactly like the scene in Eternal Sunshine when Joel sees Clementine at the bookstore and Patrick is there (after Clementine erased Joel). When Joel is going back to that time in his memory, Patrick's face never looks at him, it's just fast moving flesh tone. 

I've made work rooted in emotion before, but it was all very thought out, as if I was building these memories and these spaces, but these works are a little more sporadic. They stem from a very deep place of loss. Instead of building memories, I am pulling out ghosts, maybe even creating them. 

 

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All My Lovers

All My Lovers

Stranger

Stranger

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