Memory Womb, 2006

Middle Georgia College, Russell Hall Gallery, Cochran GA

I heard a story once, about a woman who had a beautiful older cousin when she was a child. The woman remembered the day her cousin was taken to a mental institution, where she lived the rest of her days. When her family came to clean out the cousin’s home, they found in her fridge, not food, but jars of water containing photographs of her family members.

It is an account that is easy to dismiss as “crazy”, but I adopted it as a beautiful way to preserve a memory, a moment. Mason jars preserve food longer than it should have lasted when left to nature. Each moment is equal, catalogued, and best viewed by stepping within the delicate environment of the circle where every step must be carefully observed.

The act of painting or drawing with spices and flour is just as much performance as it is visual art. The action is intuitive. I feel as though I am redefining materials that for so many decades had negative associations for many women who longed for an identity outside of the domestic realm, and also granting those materials power within their traditional context.

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