Material objects once loved and cared for are left behind as the remains when we depart or decease from life. These objects hold memories and moments that once existed in a physical world of a past life. We tend to hold on to these objects for those sentimental and personal reasons and they become utensils of the past. However once the owner has left these possessions behind they begin to deteriorate, rust, rot, fade, and collect dust. They now exist as relics of time, outlived from their owner, and provide an abysmal and uncanny sense of history. A feeling of something being familiar yet foreign; strange yet comfortable; attractive yet repulsive.
The objects left behind not only withhold our memories but our physical remains as well. Bodily fluids, our sweat, blood, tears, our scent all are embedded into what we own and use daily. These remains become the trigger for remembrance of the past, the past where not only memories exist but imagination as well. Lust, desire, sensuality, sex, exist in our memories and often lead our imagination into wild places. The memory of a loved one isn’t always in mourn, and is sometimes even erotic.
A memory over time can become fragmented, scrambled, and disfigured. The things we perceive or choose to remember can easily be crossed contaminated by imagination, emotions, and feeling. Sometimes a distant memory can easily be manipulated or changed through these disturbances subconsciously without even knowing it. My forms express this idea of a distant memory of a loved one faded through time and imagination. Free from form and identity, the subconscious creates a memory of a ghost. This ghost exists through my forms as they would in a memory and expresses this idea in reality.
