Steven James Whitworth
I am interested in memory. What do I remember, what have I forgotten, what did I throw away, what is a fabrication, and what is a lie?
I am interested in how memory defines me and informs my present actions. How did this jumble thoughts become me? How then does a constant influx of new events change me, if at all?
I am interested in destroying much of has come before and constantly creating something new. Is it truly possible to be reborn? Like a centuries-old wall that’s been broken, repaired, plastered over, covered with playbills and posts, painted, scratched, worn, renewed and re-purposed; I am a collection of these parts and none at all.
It is in spite of and because of this my work in never finished. I am forever delightfully unsatisfied and hopelessly trapped in eternal curiosity.