THE GOLDILOCKS ZONE
A human memory, in its clearest form, is a very delicate and short-lived thing.
A significant imprint is formed, and quickly begins its journey into our past – in its place, a more recent discovery or experience. The cycle repeats. These newer moments affect everything that happened previously. And the further back you go, the more dramatic this influence can be. Older moments begin to degrade, buckling under the ever-increasing weight of new experience. The recollection of our past continually distorts, warps, and details get lost, or mistakenly replaced with previously unassociated material. If a more recent event is significant enough, it can even absorb previous moments to form a blurry, merged and chronologically inaccurate impression of a general period in our personal history.
In many ways, any attempt to map or understand our memories is similar to exploring the universe. Moving just beyond Earth’s atmosphere is shifting back in time. And the further you want to go into the past, the more difficult things will get.
Celestial bodies formed more recently block our path, distort our view. The tidal forces of gravity can greatly influence the road ahead – forces that break us into smaller pieces before incorporating us into their mass.
Journeys of a great distance into the past require more fuel to get there. The instruments we can bring to study them get stripped down, simplified. At best, we might be able to collect a blurry impression of our objective.
This series is constructed of many, often haphazardly captured, phone snapshots. As a new image is taken, it pushes the previous ones into our digital history. The cycle repeats. The images used are from unrelated locations and situations, but are stitched together to illustrate various dangers, difficulties and mysterious phenomena that accompany any journey into the past.
Space is hard. Memory is harder.