Distorted memories, melted colors

I lived on 4 different continents and saw some amazing places and met some great people. Flash-backs help me understand who I am and also influence the decisions I make. But my memories change, fade, disappear, and merge with other memories. And when my mind changes those recollections, it is like changing parts of my identity. What does it actually mean to not have access to those memories that are so important? Do people’s remembrances deteriorate over time or have our recollections been changed due to actions that were more deliberate? I create composites and use color overlays to express my ideas. I alter details and identities by adding subtly attributes or bold geometric shapes. These are my photographs, images of places I visited, friends I met along my journey and off course of my family. The photographs are my collection of nostalgia. Through composites I can overwrite my memories – add and erase people, add events I imagined and never took place. What happens to all these important memories that no one might remember? Mundane memories of mindlessly following daily life routines, but also our important, life-changing occurrences. This is a question that will likely never find resolution –