LOW TIDE - Cycle of Life



I am fascinated by antique stores because someone’s entire life ends up in a bin– crinkled photographs, postcards with messages scrawled on them, and other vintage ephemera hold memories. This series of paintings and collages on paper asks the question– what if we were all gone, but our possessions remained? Perhaps they would wind up washing ashore at low tide, with birds foraging them. Who remembers us then, and how? Does it matter? Of course it does. The poetics of our memory weave us all together as human, even when our experiences are very different from one another. All of our possessions and all our memories become part of the perpetual cycle of life found throughout nature. No where is this more evident than near the shore- in tide pools, along beaches, and other natural water ecosystems where decay and regeneration occur so vividly.

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