Memory can be a fleeting and fragile thing. The little moments and
experiences that make up who we are don’t often have physical proof. I am drawn to the seemingly mundane objects I've collected over the years and the sentimentality they hold. These objects serve as physical embodiments of memory, evidence of love, precious milestones, and all the in-between spaces of life.
In a series of slow and deliberate oil paintings, I reacquaint myself with the contents of my memory jar. Against my efforts to preserve them, the birthday cards have been creased and torn, my name on that plane ticket has started to fade. I realize that none of these things, including my memory, will remain the same forever.
Through painting, I give these objects a permanence that time wouldn’t.
