Visual Arts — September 5, 2012 19:39 — 0 Comments
Christiana Latham
Our eyes open in the morning and our brains sift through the scattered remains of the dream world to find us in the fog like a child frantically running home after a fall. What if, as the fog cleared, the clarity of our identity followed suit, showing up alongside consciousness to answer the eternal question of who and why we are. How would we then get out of bed and put on our shoes? This persistent quest is fundamental; it both defines and motivates us.
Christiana Latham tosses these questions both into the air and right at the viewer. While it is obvious that she is searching for her identity, personal and cultural, she also questions ours by teasing us with people, places and role reversals.
In this reflection I can’t help but consider the life of Clive Wearing, a man who is stuck in this question. Clive is a conductor and musician who suffers from acute anterograde and retrograde amnesia. Through a damaged hippocampus he was left unable to transfer short-term to long-term memory. His memory lasts less than a minute. His consciousness restarts over and over, every day, every 30 or so seconds. This ongoing and unstopping search for self is silenced only by his art, for him music. While conducting, he is like the child, desperately running home, even if just for a few fleeting moments. His search is profound and like ours, it is unending.
-Visual Arts Editor, Liz McDonald
Background Switch
digital print
2012
Dancers
digital print
2012
Grandparents
digital print
2012
Little Memories
digital print
2012
Crossed Cultures
digital print
2012
The answer isn't poetry, but rather language
- Richard Kenney