Identity Crisis
a collage installation
Shortly after my 31st birthday, my life fell apart.
I lost my job, two friends, three months of contact with my dad, and five pounds after a couple weeks of not really eating.
It took six days in residential therapy for me to find my footing.
These pieces helped me move forward.
Assembled from found fragments in various print media, their reconfiguration of existing images in many ways mimics the reconstruction process I embarked on in the aftermath of my crisis.
Taken collectively, this body of work empowered me to see that it wasn’t what I wanted that got me into trouble. It was not knowing how to want.
Forgetting who or what or that I could desire.
Thinking that thinking could win in the end.
Tuning out the ache, and turning down the longing.
That’s how it all began. That’s what won’t happen again.
