and i dont get to go home much
my memories follow me like a stranger on the street
what we remember is mostly made up
so why not make it happen again
and again
and i can see you in front of me,
you are all always, alive
*****
I have re-appropriated old family photographs. I made masks out of the faces of my brothers, sister, mother, father, great aunt, my dogs, and my grandmother and grandfather. I then walked around the Lower East Side and asked strangers if they would participate in short videos. They always said yes.
I have been living in NYC for five years. I don't get home much. I miss my family. I've met strangers who have become friends, and family in turn. I keep pictures on my mantlepiece, hung on my wall, and in books. If we look at a photograph enough, it becomes a memory, and you will swear that you were there. My family doesn't live here. I am making new memories for them.
with love, and love, and love,
cammisa forrest
http://csforest.sevcom.com/
2009
Music by Noveller, 2009
http://www.sarahlipstate.com/
i love you
mamarizzo 1 year ago
nice concept
liquidsqueeze 2 years ago