Memory involves piecing together information gathered from past experiences. When all the pieces dont fit together, we subconsciously invent what we want to believe was true. For several years now I have been exploring the relationships between memory and idealistic reconstruction.
Houses and the land they occupy are containers, objects in which we place our most precious items, our most beloved friends and family. It is also where we hide our strongest memories, good or bad. When we confine these emotional attachments to the house or a particular territory, it transforms instantly into a Home. These associations lead us to recall earlier homes. Childhood is often when we encounter the first feelings of familial warmth and personal connections to an architectural structure that, if unoccupied, would be simply a house. The same idea follows when recalling the idealistic memories of the land from which you have come. The land is an extension of the idea of home.
Anecdotes, photographs from my familys collection and my own recollections are used to construct both structures themselves and imagery. The combination results in what could be the truth or what may be idealistic interpretations of the truth. This is my attempt to discover reality. I believe that only through this discovery will I truly begin to understand the roots of my past.