The Hazy Fog

Memory is the brain’s tool to capture, recall, and organize previous moments in time. These recollections form who we are as individuals, even though they can be imperfect, mutable, and vulnerable to outright distortion. A single moment cannot fully represent an event or a life, yet we imbue our own remembrances with the importance of our very own identity and existence. After all, who are we without our memories? 

A camera, oddly enough, is very much like this crucial function of the mind. It too captures and preserves moments, yet only shows a fraction of what might have occurred. It can be blurry, incomplete, and misleading in its framing or selection. But photography has the veneer of truth that memory lacks, however inaccurate and naïve that assessment is. This odd tension of reality versus perception is explored in this body of work. By permitting the lens to stand in for my eyes and, by extension, my memory, I obtain the faults, misperceptions, and fragments permanently. By utilizing malfunctioning cameras and extended shutter speeds, the resulting images mimic the haziness of recollection and inability to fully piece together who was there or what might have happened. Photography is said to record the death of a moment in time, but here, I allow the camera to give life in forming these pictures. While I may choose when to press the shutter, it chooses what to remember. Together, we reconstruct what we, in our own idiosyncratic ways, saw occur.