photo: Jimmie Allen
My work questions the purpose of home by investigating the multitudes of places I lived in. My childhood memories consist of over twenty residences I’ve moved in and out of. I did not comprehend the motives of why my family had to relocate each time. The short-term stability of the home left me vulnerable and helpless. The abuse under someone’s roof was disregarded by others; and I had to deal with it on my own. Suppressed by these places, each house became a temporary holding cell. I was voiceless, pushed into submission by others in the home.
Using the discovered objects as sculptures, I begin to address the internal components of the home and how I identify them with my childhood. Reflecting on fragmented memories of home I reveal how it manifested anxiety and depression in my adult life. Chairs, pillows and used items of the home become strangled by twine and plastic sheeting. I work frantically by allowing my past behaviors to clarify my coping mechanisms. I follow myself into repressed memories of childhood abuse to begin self-healing and understanding.
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