This was my final project at Oxbow. It was a sort of memory house - a place for nostalgia and remembering, a place to piece histories together. It was cozy and warm inside and resembled a little cottage from the outside. I projected home movies through a hole in the roof onto an inside wall. Among this footage were clips from my own childhood in California, as well as scenes from before my mother was born in New York.
The little memory house was recycled after the final show. It didn't seem right to carry it with me, I needed to leave it behind.
