|My work is inspired by the New York Hall of Science exhibit “Soap Film Painting”. Visitors are encouraged to hoist a 5-foot sheet of bubble up the height of an armature as a way to illustrate the bubble’s rainbowed shell. When I saw the 5-foot tall bubble generated and how much people enjoyed playing with the bubble, rooting for it to make its way to the top, and gasping audibly as it popped, I saw an opportunity. I saw the possibility for a participatory screen, a blank piece of moving and malleable paper that I desperately wanted to map images on to.
The transience of soap bubble reminded me of a memory. We all know what it feels like to remember something. Out of nowhere we are transported back in time, across geographies and through immeasurable distances to a singular moment. Just as quickly as the memory is upon us it vanishes, beyond our control, thrusting us back to the present. This experience, to remember something, is a highly personal one and happens in the interior self. My installation seeks to tell the story of that interior moment. By marrying my family’s archival 8mm films and photos from the 1930’s - 1950’s with present day narration by my 97-year-old grandfather, and a soap bubble screen, I will create a participatory experience of what a memory feels like to the person having it.