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This is the journey of a young girl around an island. She is both ancestor and descendant. Her journey begins inland, and she makes her way to shore only to return to the center. Her impulse is to perform this ritual as a form of re/membering what was lost/ forgotten. She travels across visible and invisible boundaries until she comes to the shore. The shoreline literally represents the edges of the island, which represents the transitional space of departure and arrival.
It is a season of the bloom. Their presence is limited. The flowers are at once metaphors for the wounds of history combined and the beauty of regeneration. The roots dig deep, the tree is nurtured and blossoms erupt on hillsides, in valleys and flesh. Echoing the dichotomy of the Caribbean landscape, the vital foliage cloaks the soil that nurtures and buries our histories.
My work explores the relationship of the natural world to memory, personal and cultural. How does nature create memorials for the small and large histories that occurred? The hurricane, the sea, the shore, the land and the flora all play a role. In these narratives, I’ve created the seasonal memorial.
Cycles of memory.