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We All Fall From Trees.
my mother loved him
had him over for christmas
come, sit on my lap
he would say
andgrandma would hideme
in the bathroom
proposal: I’ve been slowly exploring my personal history through my projects for some time. I had intended to present a visual documentation of thoughts and experience, but I realized that it demanded context. I had rough sketches of a different piece, an examination of my family, I had been adding to for three years. I felt it was time to complete that project.
Like anyone, my upbringing had a huge impact on my development as an individual apart from my relatives. As the youngest of three girls but with a unique childhood experience, I’ve found myself as unlikely matriarch after placing both my mother and grandmother in nursing homes as their power of attorney. I’ve become the holder of documents and the keeper of secrets. Over the years I’ve felt the burden of my position begin to weigh on me, and the fear of what I could become start to chip away at me.
We All Fall From Trees is the story of my grandfather, mother and myself. All of us deeply flawed and afflicted with mental illness; the words and images express our history and ultimately my fear of becoming more of them and less of myself.
Using images culled from the refuse of my former home, re-photographed documents and my own photographs, I’ve created a visual chronology of these branches of my family tree. I’ve known this history, I’ve been a part of it, and I’ve been responsible for keeping it a secret. These are no longer events I wish to gloss over, or experiences I want to compartmentalize.
The title of the series suggests the knowledge that while mine is not the only story of family, abnormal or otherwise, that the book itself if my way of coming to terms with this history.
statement:
Rot or decay is the decomposition, breakdown, and destruction of matter.
It is a continuing process.
As long as a tree is growing vigorously, rot will be confined to a small central core. This is called compartmentalization.
my mother loved him
had him over for christmas
come, sit on my lap
he would say
andgrandma would hideme
in the bathroom
proposal: I’ve been slowly exploring my personal history through my projects for some time. I had intended to present a visual documentation of thoughts and experience, but I realized that it demanded context. I had rough sketches of a different piece, an examination of my family, I had been adding to for three years. I felt it was time to complete that project.
Like anyone, my upbringing had a huge impact on my development as an individual apart from my relatives. As the youngest of three girls but with a unique childhood experience, I’ve found myself as unlikely matriarch after placing both my mother and grandmother in nursing homes as their power of attorney. I’ve become the holder of documents and the keeper of secrets. Over the years I’ve felt the burden of my position begin to weigh on me, and the fear of what I could become start to chip away at me.
We All Fall From Trees is the story of my grandfather, mother and myself. All of us deeply flawed and afflicted with mental illness; the words and images express our history and ultimately my fear of becoming more of them and less of myself.
Using images culled from the refuse of my former home, re-photographed documents and my own photographs, I’ve created a visual chronology of these branches of my family tree. I’ve known this history, I’ve been a part of it, and I’ve been responsible for keeping it a secret. These are no longer events I wish to gloss over, or experiences I want to compartmentalize.
The title of the series suggests the knowledge that while mine is not the only story of family, abnormal or otherwise, that the book itself if my way of coming to terms with this history.
statement:
Rot or decay is the decomposition, breakdown, and destruction of matter.
It is a continuing process.
As long as a tree is growing vigorously, rot will be confined to a small central core. This is called compartmentalization.
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