Charlie
"The fallibility, and malleability, of memory is old news to anyone who has ever had his vivid recall of a third-birthday party shattered by a grainy old home movie."
Rather than residing in reality, memories more often than not dwell in the gray area between reality and delusion. From reality to encoding, storage and retrieval, this constant push and pull sets off a downward spiral of reconstruction, alteration, and displacement. All of which leads us here to a distorted sense of past and feeling of forgetting. These mundane moments of the past have suddenly become charged with the abrupt realization that they will never transpire again. By physically shredding these images of my father by hand and weaving them back together, I am uneasily assembling this no longer perfect image. I am coming to terms with the idea that I will never have that perfect clear image again.
