Why do we remember some things and forget others? Why do some moments in our life come rushing forward, without notice and in a flash with the simplest of prompts?
Sometimes, when walking past the neighbor's flower garden, the fragrance of marigolds immediately transport me back to me to my first job in a nursery at age 14.
The minute I see or hear the sound of a vintage Volkswagon Beetle, I feel myself driving my very first car, a 1973 VW Bug.
Smells, sounds, and things all have the ability to flood our memory with moments in time, long ago forgotten.
This piece reminds me of the amazing ability our minds have to bring back those memories. The moments are ours, we possess them, but many of them have become faded.
Wooden box lid, collaged with hand made papers, and overlaid with sewing pattern tissue. 2x2-half inch wooden blocks covered in magazine images, maps, vintage sheet music and dictionary text, are embellished with bits and bling. Each block creates a tiny vignette, a treasured memory of things remembered.