Me and you Together
Wall Mock Up #1
Why Am I Afraid to Know?
Wall Mock Up #2
Love You Always, Mom,
My Mom and I – 2001,
Wall Mock Up #3
Love You, Dad, (2019)
My Dad and I – 2000,
di·vorce /dəˈvôrs/ the legal dissolution of a marriage by a court or other competent body.
what does divorce do to a family?
what does family even mean? or look like?
my physical mind map traces the idea of family between old and new photographs
fam·i·ly /ˈfam(ə)lē/ a group consisting of parents and children living together in a household.
so is my family me and my parents?
or does my “family” change depending on whose house I’m at?
two nights at mom’s house, two nights at dads, two nights at mom’s house,
two nights at dads
every day, week, month and year of my life since I was 4 years’ old
why do I care if my parents are or aren’t together?
to·geth·er /təˈɡeT͟Hər/ into companionship or close association.
what did I lose by them not being together?
what did I gain?
I’m not sure.
I spend so much time physically collaging the ideas of my childhood
only to physically separate my parents on the gallery wall
why do I care so much about something I will never be able to change? what did their
divorce do to me?
why am I afraid to know why their marriage didn’t work?
mar·riage/ˈmerij/ the legally recognized union of two people as partners in a relationship.
“your father and I just didn’t love each other anymore”
is this answer something I will be satisfied with?
there has never been closure for me
why did they get divorced?
is it my fault?
if it was my fault they wouldn’t have spent all these years working together to make sure I’m
or to make sure I had as normal of a childhood as possible
or to give me everything I have ever needed and more in life
or get me through college, together
they did a lot of things together, but separately, for me
their only child
on·ly child /ˈōnlē/ /CHīld/ a person with no siblings, biological nor adopted
I held everything in because I was an only child with no one to talk to about it
who wants to talk about divorce to their own divorced parents?
why do I want to know?
why do I want to care?
why am I afraid to ask?
why am I trying to stick something back together that I know nothing about?
why am I trying to make sense of their divorce?
I know nothing about their marriage.
I only see my childhood
I only see a memory represented through a combination of grayscale and color images I only
see a few moments of them together
emphasized through a cut out polaroid frame alluding to the traditional framed photograph
I only see this idea I question as family reconstructed through a photograph