“I began to think of time as having a shape, something you could see, like a series of liquid transparencies, one laid on top of another. You don’t look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.”
-Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye.
As a small child I loved looking through photo albums. Like most children, I had a hazy concept of time and complete trust in the image’s ability to depict reality. When encountering unfamiliar scenes, I would often make up my own story to go along with the snapshot. At times, I found photographs of myself to be quite unsettling. The people and the places were recognizable, but I could not remember any of the events which were taking place around me. Years later I discovered that the person I thought was me in photographs had actually been my mother as a child in the 1950s. The memories I associated with those images were pure confabulation.
Regardless of their factuality, my invented memories have always remained with me. Through the deconstruction and collage of memories, time, people, places, and artifacts I aim to once again create new representations of the past for myself and for the viewer.