Rewind,
Fast forward
Rewind,
Fast forward
They are vividly hazy
Tenacious
Real, but unreal
Unreal, but real
They are floating
I am sinking
This series talks about memories. The conscious, subconscious, and everything in between. Memories that my body can remember but my brain not. Fragmented memories that seem impossible to assemble because I lost some pieces.
Maybe not lost, but hidden, buried deep down within my soul, yet I can feel it crawling out of my skin.
Vividly, hazy, dejavu-like memories, fast and slow at the same time.
in golden yellow,
literally.
(Mediums include analog photography, Polaroid emulsion lift & color gel on watercolor paper)
Sifting daylight dissolves the memory, turns it into dust motes floating in light.
—Toni Morrison