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in which i sit on my bedroom floor and give you my memory

a past project.




where do we hold memory? how do we give it away, where do we put it down?


in the piece, viewers see me lit by the colors of my memories. they're removed of context, by blurring and aging them, emphasizing their visualization: unless i share with you the details of how these memories impact me, my life, my dreams - this is all you ever see: the light of memory, how it shapes and colors and molds.

the context of these memories i'm sharing with viewers another way - orally, through a story i'm telling aloud - but the audio is missing. this is the personal disconnection of memory and nostalgia, between faint remembering, of having proof that we were once young, and alive, and not being able to remember the specifics. of knowing, seeing, but not being able to fully grasp what once was.


the second part of the piece is a glimpse at what this piece would look like in an exhibition space - a part for interaction with viewers, where they can experience my memories for themselves, consider their weight and their meaning and their color on their own lives, through physicality and light and material of themselves.



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