Marlene Hawthrone
you won’t remember
my name
how the comb caught tangles
the apron sponging tears
the powder you’d dot your breasts with
the silver rivers in your hair
the bubble of vegetables in simmering pot, warbled alabanzas
the hairpins stabbing my scalp
affix, 2011
Archival Pigment Print
20 x 20 inches
Memory is comprised of the known and unknown, the tactile and hidden, the truth and the reality. I am fascinated with how we remember, what we forget, and what we...
Memory is comprised of the known and unknown, the tactile and hidden, the truth and the reality.
I am fascinated with how we remember, what we forget, and what we repress, and the triggers that bring it to the surface. I create work from memory, which pans across the emotional paradigm, involving such sentiments as loneliness, isolation, anger, betrayal, loss, elation, confusion and anxiety.
We all suffer from distortions of this experience, but these moments – however fleeting or miniscule at the exact moment of experience -- are relevant to our lives.
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