Yestertime

This work is about parenthood and the complicated emotions of that experience through the lens of a pandemic. It’s about fertility, life, and sex. It’s about death, growing older, losing your identity, and finding a new one. Depending on the day, hour, or minute, these concepts ebb and flow, and all are true. We all have contradictory emotions, but for me, this is heightened in parenthood. The genesis for each work also comes from an episode of “waking up” from fog while living my domestic life and realizing something was beautiful in front of me.  I then ran to take a picture, hoping to capture the visual that I found so striking and provocative. Unfortunately, I can never capture it right, so I turn those images into works of art, trying to hold on to those moments of clarity. I realize time is flying by in these instances, and I have sometimes wanted it to go faster.  My daughter says “yestertime” when talking about anything that happened in the past. It could be her last birthday or 30 minutes ago. I hope she holds on to that word as she grows. It shows the logic that there is no hierarchy of time, and every memory can happen simultaneously.