I remember there being flowers growing alongside our fence, but I don’t ever remember them being picked and arranged into a vase on the table. That’s what Emily has done here with so many of our memories. Reminding each other of how things were, or how they could have been. Recalling and reminiscing over a shared moment sitting at the table now. We invite you to come over and share in this with us, “The Front Door’s Unlocked, There’s Beer in the Fridge” at Random Sample Gallery.
“Memories of the outside world will never have the same tonality as those of home and, by recalling these memories, we add to our store of dreams; we are never real historians, but always near poets, and our emotion is perhaps nothing but an expression of a poetry that was lost.” - Gaston Bachelard.
We’ve assembled pieces picked from our childhood home, incorporated with our visions of what our home is now. Emily would share a prompt, I’d send a photo in return. We started passing back and forth drawings, getting to have sleepovers and shared meals in the process like we used to when we were kids. Building in collaboration upon something new (and yet old) between us.
