A while ago I did a project on covering up past trauma through fantasy and multiple selves (See first post)
I feel like I have been in a constant state of making myself since leaving my husband. A state of starting over. Starting new does keep making me look back and try to remember.
I have barely any memory pre-sixteen. Just a few flashes. I also don’t now remember a lot of being married. I was dead and I had to leave. I was sad. It hurt. I hid myself. I was trapt. I was scared a lot. When we broke up it was weird to not be tense.
Its really strange how you can split life up into drastically different segments. These times where you was a different you with a different personality, different friends, different desires, different clothes, music, foods, homes, jobs, partners.
This was a pretty basic and quick project, done in one night, but I would really like to explore further. I enjoyed using the old photographs, symbols and connections. I just think it is lacking the current me.
I want to try to combine this project with the fantasy project using old photographs I have found at my mother’s house. In my mind this is still the same as the other work I have been doing as it relates to self, the other, playing a role, femininity, the gaze, etc.







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