Family is the most important thing to me. I’m fortunate to have a close relationship with my parents, six siblings, husband and three daughters. After my mother passed away in 2017, I took home boxes of family photo albums which date back to the 1920’s and Super 8 films from the 1960’s and 70’s.
I have become interested in the way we tell our stories and how our memory is affected by photography. Photos and films seem to carry some evidence of truth even when our memories have long forgotten that captured moment. Remembrances fade and stories evolve, yet these impressions constantly shape our perceptions throughout our lifetime. I’m interested in these echos of recollection and how they impact and form our life experiences. Is our existence simply a by-product of these memories and the subsequent stories we construct? And can that narrative be altered when these images are viewed in the context of a painting?