Flowers part two

Sunsets

Yeah...I'm a sucker for them. What else can I say?

Leaves

I created this project because I never really got to see changing leaves due to a childhood in areas with two seasons, and I find myself mesmorized by the color changes every fall.

Fishbowl Memories

Artist Statement:
A few years ago I was browsing in a second hand bookstore and came across a thin, over sized book and the photo on the cover caught my eye. It was titled, "From my Window," and was filled with polaroids from Andre Kertesz's final series. I found these small images of light through glass, far away cityscapes and treasured objects to be lovely with subtle colors. To this day I remember that book and I decided to make a project of my own; one that could evoke impressions that it's viewer might retain as well.
This project is about memories. Not important memories such as a special event or pivotal points in life, but our secondary, hidden memories; the ones that return when we hear a specific sound or smell a certain scent. Such as how trees looked on a certain lovely afternoon, or how it felt to be held that one moment in a trying time. How your father's cologne smelled on Sundays, or how frost felt on small bare hands.
The memories in these photographs are not necessarily my own, but hopefully a suggestion of what anyone might recall in a spontaneous instant. The objects within the bowls are also meant to be symbolic of memories. Not our specific treasured objects, but perhaps the ones that we may have set right beside them.
I have used fishbowls with fish inside them as a visual for how foggy or clear our memories might be. Coming back in a sharp quick moment or subtly with our minds grabbing after them, trying to recall more than we now remember.
Perhaps these are not thoughts that are shared by all, but these simply come back to a recollection of my own as a young woman, standing in a dusty bookstore trying to interpret the memories of another, deceased man.