This work is through me and not of me. I am documenting history.
It begins with imagery often from the past, when I was a girl around 15. The pictures get caught in today. The memories are short glimpses, a revisit of what happened. The flashbacks envelope me long enough to create a new experience. Useful. The deconstruction of these images is my relinquishing of the goods. Giving way to a new definition, infinite application for a no longer finite experience. The materials, the scraps of cars and bolts and beams from buildings make solid what was once inchoate. The pieces become reliquaries, details now applied and resting. It is evidence everything really happened. It is over and now it is beautiful. No longer mine its gone through me and I’ve done my job.