There are places I remember
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever not for better
Some have gone and some remain.......
John Lennon 1963
Each of us carries a set of memories inherent to various points in our lives. The experience of memory can so often be provoked by numerous factors. The subject matter which I am interested is twofold. First, the idea of place as a reservoir for memory and second, a call for the preservation of the history embodied within the physical structure.
The house that one grew up in, the corner deli, the old movie theater, the amusement park, the grammar school building, that favorite street corner, etc. These places play a significant role in a society's daily functions, places where memories are created, shared and relived. Many of these are now in the process of slowly disintegrating; giving way to the upheaval of mass construction. Often these structures can evoke a viewer's emotional and psychological response; returning one back to a cherished moment.
The destruction of "the old" and the consequence toward memory may be a severed connection to a past worth revisiting. The transformed environment can no longer be considered an extension of the self; and once it has been compromised, the deterioration of the attached memory will begin to take effect. To neglect the place where our most treasured memories originate would be to deny part of ones identity itself. My work is currently driven as a direct result of the continuous over development which continues in infringe upon our immediate surroundings. No single location, nor its attached memory, whether it is centered in the suburbs, open land or that of an established city, is safe from the developers plan.