The Wood's Edge Loses Itself (Memory Reinhabited)

Wisteria vines, plaster, pigment, shed snake skin, paper wasp nest fibers



This piece is about memory, and the shifting, unstable nature of our memories. It's about that part of us that fixates on filling in gaps, on bolstering, on trying to stabilize and cement these things that only become more and more unstable through time. Surrounding loss and longing in particular, we harbor an obsessiveness with remembering. Our minds, our emotional organs, tend to double down on the images of our memories. We cling to what we have. We cling to what we think we remember. And so patterns evolve: patterns across perceptions, patterns across the things we want and choose to remember. This piece speaks to how becoming aware of those patterns can rupture them, and rupture the memories we thought we knew. This work lives between those places of disorientation and obsessive recollection.