DAYDREAMS

When I reflect on my memories, I first experience them through a rip in the seam of my mind, marked by swatches of colors from specific moments. These evolve into flickers of sensory recollections— the smell of the air, how it felt on my skin, what song I listened to 5 times in one day, but mostly the colors. The colors always linger in front of my mind, and in submerging myself in my memories of colors, I piece together the other sensory details. In trying to grasp the memory, I also cause it to fall apart. The bubble in my mind, swirling with tangible sensory information, pops and I can no longer comprehend the memory, only the aspects of it that were once contained. It’s in this moment that I’m interested— where my senses can recall an instance.

Multimedia Installation, 2019

Exhibited at Pratt Institute, Brooklyn NY