Abstract

Presented as a viewing box designed and constructed by my father and myself, individual viewers are granted permission to look inside where they are confronted with a series of 8 images that depict the only remaining memories of my childhood. The validity and truth of these scenes are presented as a question through digital manipulation. The work is accompanied by a collection of annotated sketches that talk of change, loss, and reflections on the past. The box is an empty space, absent, trying to map / diagram this phenomenon of capturing memories, prompting us to reflect on the basic paradox of archival culture, archive fever, where we become appendages to the archive, our purpose in life is to produce, record and store.