I pursue the ideas of memory, communication, and ritual in my work. I am fascinated with how memory, nostalgia, and sentimentality seem inextricably interwoven, and how the memory of waking and sleeping life become interlaced. I navigate the space between them.

How and why do we constantly resuscitate memory through objects? We often attempt to preserve memories by saving particular objects we cannot bear to throw away. Our keepsakes, letters and worn clothing describe our identities. The saved objects become the residue of memory. These objects contain memory with their scratches, dents, and stains. Ironically, the treasured items also pronounce the absence of the person, event, or thing that one is trying memorialize. Perhaps this is why I save letters, since the words can be reread, and the voice of the writer can be revived despite the years that have passed.

The mind is a palimpsest, with layers of images and information inscribed over time. As our mind revisits or replays a memory, the more elaborate and yet unclear the memory becomes. Like writing on a blackboard, some messages are saved and then erased from the mind, or forgotten. The realness and trueness of memory are vivid, yet elusive. Is one who does not save anything erasing the past? Perhaps that person is liberated from the past, free to live in the present without having to revive old memories. I am compelled to save so as not to forget.