A Separation Between Myself and My things
Where is the line between myself and my things? What about you and your things? My belongings define me, without them I am simply a naked body. Are belongings more significant than me? They will stand the test of time. They will remain when I am forgotten, a whisper of my identity.
Perhaps I want to be just another belonging. Belongings are loved and cherished. They do not endure fear, or sadness. I allow myself to be warmly enveloped by my surroundings, safely submerged in my environment, softly buried.
Here is where the body of work begins. In these photographs I am engulfed by mirrors, and swallowed by my clothing. Colors become simplistic and monotone; I am distorted.
People are not things, but perhaps made up of things. To draw a line between my belongings and I is to revoke personality. To separate is to sever identity, and erase memory.
Keywords: identity, belongings, things, memory, distorted
Topic(s):Art
Studio Art
Presentation Type: Oral Presentation
Session: 201-2
Location: SUB Alumni Room
Time: 10:30