The Fortress

In the last two years of working on my 'memory pieces', I have followed a lot of rabbit trails. Although it is never in vain, because it generally leads to ideas worth exploring.

I found some photographs of the forts that my siblings and I made on the property. I am intrigued by the tensions between play and survival.  Children have the uncanny ability to copy their adult counterparts. What seems like an innocent game can sometimes be an attempt to protect or control one's environment.

Structures to keep other's out, an enclosed space that we could feel safe in, something high off the ground, away from the rest of our normal lives. A place where secrets could be told, and promises made.