Through my processes I am trying to engage with my past and memories as a child and the deteriorating enigma of where I come from and what makes you the way you are. The photographs can reveal so much yet never always the entire instant. It can become muddled with the passage of time. I look back as a way to move forward within myself. My memories may be the truest thing that can be exercised. Although the memories may fail and be mere emotional constructions of what really happened on these days. However they are my constructions and no one else’s. Some and often times I cannot remember anything at all. The images are simply a moment forgotten. No way for me to enter them other than knowing I was there and not ever really being there. The images would show this but with out them that memory lives in the vessel of the individual’s mind. As for the choices of imagery, I have been tending to focus on the innocence of childhood, the naive of being young and un aware of the world, as a body learning day to day. This makes for the emptiness of knowledge of me as a child a point of departure, because I have been filling the mind of me as a child with all I have learned thus far. I want to have a conversation with these moments, they live so closely to my heart in various ways. My family’s relationship has been playing a big role in my mind, reconstructing their love and what it meant to them and the way I saw it then and the clearer way I see it now through photographs. What has this taught me, what can teach anyone if anything at all? My destructions of the photographic Image is my way to approach memory as a construction in itself, it takes the form of the present object philosophically through the choice of my materials. The past is absolute, it can not be re visited physically in time and space. It can only be re made and re purposed for the present. So the past is the catalyst to my present work, its re visited as a means to gain insight to my process and myself. I look back to go forward and my work re-constructs these moments only to be broken down yet again.