The Book Case
In thinking back on my memories it becomes hard to differentiate between stories, films, photos, expreriences and what is the 'real' thing; they all get mixed together. So I have chosen not to distinguish them, yet to place them together as they are held in my mind. I am currently using a bookcase that my dad made when he was 10 years of age with wood he found in a dove-cot next to the house in the park that he lived. The bookcase was then used in his room as a child. It holds a connection to memory, my history and is a united material in combining these memories. I am taking 'my memories fragmented and reinvented' and positioning them onto the bookcase, engraving and burning into the wood, as a way of making visible the memories curtained within the material, and within me.