"i can't take it anymore" by Mary Jane Nugent
collage on board
5’’ by 5’’
Sentimentality can be found within the materials we acquire, use, and then dispose of. The duality of tenderness and abandonment is vital to my work; Family photos, jewelry, letters, toys, things that once held significance, become discarded junk. No one is blamed for abandoning these items, but it is evidence of our fleeting personhood. When these items become trash they disappear from our sight yet remain here on Earth, and will be here long after us. In an attempt to cope with this unnerving fact, my work establishes one last sentimental moment with these materials before they can be discarded. As I create work using ephemera I'm perpetually collecting, I am enacting a physical imagination in front of me; alleviating an ever-present anxiety and combating the profound loneliness I’ve felt since I was a girl.
collage on board
5’’ by 5’’
Sentimentality can be found within the materials we acquire, use, and then dispose of. The duality of tenderness and abandonment is vital to my work; Family photos, jewelry, letters, toys, things that once held significance, become discarded junk. No one is blamed for abandoning these items, but it is evidence of our fleeting personhood. When these items become trash they disappear from our sight yet remain here on Earth, and will be here long after us. In an attempt to cope with this unnerving fact, my work establishes one last sentimental moment with these materials before they can be discarded. As I create work using ephemera I'm perpetually collecting, I am enacting a physical imagination in front of me; alleviating an ever-present anxiety and combating the profound loneliness I’ve felt since I was a girl.
collage on board
5’’ by 5’’
Sentimentality can be found within the materials we acquire, use, and then dispose of. The duality of tenderness and abandonment is vital to my work; Family photos, jewelry, letters, toys, things that once held significance, become discarded junk. No one is blamed for abandoning these items, but it is evidence of our fleeting personhood. When these items become trash they disappear from our sight yet remain here on Earth, and will be here long after us. In an attempt to cope with this unnerving fact, my work establishes one last sentimental moment with these materials before they can be discarded. As I create work using ephemera I'm perpetually collecting, I am enacting a physical imagination in front of me; alleviating an ever-present anxiety and combating the profound loneliness I’ve felt since I was a girl.