We are shaped by memory. It informs our decisions, forms our personalities, and grounds us in specific histories. But what happens when we become strangers to our own memories? Whether through avoidance or through the distortion that occurs when a memory bounces too many times in the echo chamber of our minds, we can become alien to our own pasts. However disconnected we may feel from this past, it is nearly impossible to escape how it colors and shapes our present.
My practice unearths a traumatic past which has been buried underneath a decade of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. My reflection is spurred by neglected photographs on external drives and the military objects from my service which still surround me. By opening images in Word programs, I insert stories and recollections which the computer cannot parse and instead produces digital glitches in place of my marines, events, or fears I put into them. The digital artifacts and image corruptions provide inadvertent censorship which enables me to share deeply embedded scars. I am interested in the transformation of memory through time and the transformation of a digital image through the insertion of memory