About

In "The Poetics of Space," Gaston Bachelard writes, " Through dreams, the various dwelling-places in our lives co-penetrate and retain the treasures of former days. And after we are in the new house, when memories of other places we have lived come back to us, we travel to the land of Motionless Childhood..."

In the series of work, entitled, "Monsters in the Closet," I am collecting these moments of motionless childhood, through people's retold childhood stories and photographs. I hope the archive of stories can continue to grow and connect us to one another through the simple (and fantastic) act of sharing a memory.

The name "Poison Pink Ice Cream" comes from one of my mother's childhood memories, wherein one hot summer day she decided to make her smaller cousins ice cream. As she was an already an avid scientist (even as a nine year old) she thought it would be beautiful to mix up the ice cream with a coloring concoction made from pink flowers. When the ice cream was ready to eat, just after serving the children their scoops, her mother ran out and took the treat from their hands...it turns out, unbeknownst to all, the flowers were poisonous.