|detail from "Stalagmite Stalactite", 2011, collage on paper|
Stopping short of fetishism, these collages make the case for objects themselves having a memory, a personal history. There is a desolate sadness radiating around each one, from the anachronistic Roger Rabbit collector cards to the piece of tessellated Japanese paper with one small red stain. A codified arrangement of bisected shopping bags, musical silhouetted rabbits, already-peeled Sanrio stickers, and patterns of tape (caution, packing, duck, scotch) are aligned to suggest a record of…someone. An alien finding consolation on an unfamiliar planet?
A post-apocalyptic anthropologist? Or are these the rainbow residues of a teenage girl vomiting up a buffet of consumer culture, the proverbial assumption of feminine sweetness, and the unstoppable force of growing up?
|detail from "Thanks a Bunch", 2011, collage|
These are all my interpretations, however the true protagonist is actually the artist herself. A scrapbook, a locker, an under-the-bed shoebox of treasures, are all containers that inspire this diaristic work. So what was that chorus of lo-fi keening I heard emanating from each panel? I think it was the crooning of each dislocated object, mourning its own loss and yearning for amnesia.
Photos by Lauren Smith