Size: 5"W x 7"H x 0.75"D
Year Created: 2018
Ready to Hang
"There is an ancient Indian saying that something lives only as long as the last person who remembers it. My people have come to trust memory over history. Memory, like fire, is radiant and immutable, while history serves only those who seek to control it, those who would douse the flames of memory in order to put out the dangerous fire of truth. Beware these men, for they are dangerous themselves, and unwise. Their false history is written in the blood of those that might remember, and of those who seek the truth." - Albert Hosteen
Painting has the ability to slow time. Every day I take in more but remember less. What did I do last Wednesday night? The week before that? April 2nd, three years ago? So, while trying to make conscious decisions about how to think and what to pay attention to, I paint. I paint pictures of photos my parents took when I was a kid and portraits of who I may be today. (I’m still unsure.) I paint past art that I made but no longer have. I paint because my paintings can never be perfect. I paint to hold on just a little bit longer. Images give me more than words. I break, bend, distort, and rebuild images. I have an idea of my loved ones in my head, but I can never truly know them. For me, a glitch represents the ways we misunderstand each other and the world. We want to understand each other, as people, but we are standing in misunderstanding.