I have always been a very nostalgic person. I find myself keeping the most random objects, hoping that one day I can look back on them and think of that very moment. Just a look around my bedroom and you’ll find a jar of water and rocks from a stream in Blue Ridge Park, a key and lock that has a wild backstory, and shelves that are shrines of my past obsessions. I even love going into antique stores and imagining all the memories that are held in each object. Whether they are mine or a complete stranger’s, memories constantly fill my head. Sometimes, however, I wonder exactly how accurate a memory can be?

 

This is what I have decided to base my investigation on. With only one year left at home it seems as if I am leaving an entire world behind. A life full of memories. So I hope to process the memories that have stuck with me and those that have faded. To investigate my interpretation of memories and how they have changed me and how I have changed them.

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Inquiry: I am leaving behind a life full of memories. How can I process these moments through old photos? Can I physically expand upon a memory and explore its borders? How much can a memory change me, or I change them? What’s the difference between reality and recollection? Can I extract a feeling, emotion, or influence from a lost memory that has affected my identity? Has my relationship with art (essential to self-expression) changed through mediums and styles? Are there ways to portray the hazy, elusive, or fragmented nature of a memory through material, color, and texture?

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