Air popped up on my playlist this morning, which of course made me think of The Virgin Suicides. one of those movies that i love, but hardly ever watch. i think most girls my age can relate when i say this film had an impact on my teenage days (i was 16 when it came out). we were the same age as the lisbon chicks (but, hopefully, not as sheltered/melancholic/suicidal) and we all kind of had a thing for josh hartnett.
My work mines the debris of memory through the creation of intricate worlds sculpted in 1:43 scale and smaller. Often sealed under glass, the works depict the remnants of things past—whether major, transformational experiences, or the quieter moments that resonate loudly throughout a life. In much the way the mind recalls events through the fog of time, the works distort reality through a warped and dreamlike lens.