I've started a new series dealing with remembrance, desire and death. If you've ever known someone in the process of dying, then you'd probably understand the desparate impulse to allievate any form of pain or hardship for that person. For my father, the easiest form of relief was through food. My mother, sister, and myself would cook and bake our way through any desire that my father had. These were beloved foods that we presented to him. They were foods that came from his childhood. They were foods that held attributes of being greasy, sweet, and fattening. They came from his cancer-ridden addictions. At times it became borderline gluttony.
We live in a world where plates of food are held in high esteem. They are constantly photographed and sent to social media platforms such as Facebook and Instagram for others to see. We like to remember these meals and make them into experiences. We want others to see and possibly covet what we ourselves consume. My series stems from this social practice filled with envy, lust and insatiable greed. Yet I also combine these images as a need to remember. For me, I need to remember what he liked. I want to remember the meals leading to his death. And most importantly by doing so, I remember him.
These set of images are created with a simple plastic camera; a Holga. Like the meals, the camera is unassuming and low quality. It's cheap to buy and mass produced. It does not boast complex features or high end design. The lens is made of plastic and the camera breaks down very easily. Like the food photographed, the camera is modest and cheap. But unlike the meals, a Holga camera is also known for its quirky and unpredictable light leaks. The series of images holds the unique and one-of-a-kind quality by exploiting the effects a Holga will produce through various light leaks and imperfections. The images are shot onto dry tintypes. I poured the plates and let them sit out for a few weeks prior to making exposures. The effects created a corroded and broken down image that leaves viewers with a sense of time past, a memento mori if you will. The imagery is not meant to feel of this current time and place but rather of a distant memory poking at our minds to remember, remember, always remember.