Oil on Canvas, 4'x4'
This is my first memory. We moved from a farm in Iowa when I was 1.5 years of age. I don't remember any of that. This is the apartment I grew up in most of my life. I lived there for 9 years. I have this vague memory of being in the apartment when we were first moving in and there was nothing in it yet. I remember sitting on the kitchen floor looking around at what would become my home.
It was such a simple, boring memory. I think that is kind of odd. My first memory is not really of anything, but rather of a place. My work has a lot to do with that connection between places and memory. I believe they are very strongly tied. I also find it interesting to think of places as having memory.
On another note, my mother had a shirt with Rosie the Riveter on it. One of my favorite shirts. I love that image.
