The World I’m Always Waiting For

Some experiences simply fall into the recesses of our memory until triggered to recollection. Often through unintended connections to the senses or even in unconscious dreams, these fragments race to and contend with our thoughts. This work reflects a few rather small but significant instances in my life that I have rediscovered in my dreams. I chose three of the most rendered memories I had including a perfect sunset, hellish tales told at summer camp, and the first time a stranger remembered my “usual.” The historical facts of the actual events are quite hazy to me, yet the dreams are vivid. The five weeks I have worked here began with several sculptural environments that are the most accurate descriptions of my dreams. Since then I have madly tried to recreate these in my native two-dimensional mediums finding some success, but unable to capture its fullness. Seeking this ideal I now understand that the current condition of my work, or even our world, is interconnected with my hope for completion as well as my inability to achieve it. Consequently I expectantly rest in the threshold.

-Alex