It is a delicate, fragile picture - that first memory. It must be handled carefully like an important aged document lest it crumble to dust. Swiftly, silently it must be viewed, for too much revealing of it fades into an obscure mist which defies definite outline. Yet transparent it stands - that Christmas of my fourth year
An object, no matter how mundane, gains significance once it has been a part of someone’s life. A us...
Though these works were all done for different classes using different printmaking and other various...
The visual part of this project has revolved around ideas that have been in the process of forming t...
A thousand flames ascend on high; A thousand voices shouting cry, Oh, God, why must you now deny ou...
Time doesn’t wait for anyone. It always changes the way you look at something, or the way it looks. ...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
My work deals with memory and the affliction of forgetfulness. Memories start out vivid and get wash...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
Artist Statement Experiencing loss from a young age, I cling to memories, unreliable and distorted a...
While I hold my childhood and adolescent memories very dear, I understand that nostalgia is inextric...
Leora Auslander writes that: “Human beings need objects to effectively remember and forget; and we n...
The topic of death and closely associated fragments through which I presented my opinion in this wor...
Of course we never want or intend to forget the dear loved ones with whom we have lived and learned ...
An object, no matter how mundane, gains significance once it has been a part of someone’s life. A us...
Though these works were all done for different classes using different printmaking and other various...
The visual part of this project has revolved around ideas that have been in the process of forming t...
A thousand flames ascend on high; A thousand voices shouting cry, Oh, God, why must you now deny ou...
Time doesn’t wait for anyone. It always changes the way you look at something, or the way it looks. ...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
My work deals with memory and the affliction of forgetfulness. Memories start out vivid and get wash...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
As a child, when I visited my grandparents, I remember walking through their front door and being we...
Artist Statement Experiencing loss from a young age, I cling to memories, unreliable and distorted a...
While I hold my childhood and adolescent memories very dear, I understand that nostalgia is inextric...
Leora Auslander writes that: “Human beings need objects to effectively remember and forget; and we n...
The topic of death and closely associated fragments through which I presented my opinion in this wor...
Of course we never want or intend to forget the dear loved ones with whom we have lived and learned ...
An object, no matter how mundane, gains significance once it has been a part of someone’s life. A us...
Though these works were all done for different classes using different printmaking and other various...
The visual part of this project has revolved around ideas that have been in the process of forming t...