Vestiges Of A Hope Transposed 

Drawn by parallels, in this work I attempt to relay personal and shared histories through metaphoric association. In the work, the wake of hurricane Matthew that hit Grand Bahama in 2016 plays a main role for the universal experience of ruination. It is the unpredictable event that I am interested in- whether it be a sudden death, a storm, or a quick decision. The event that takes a minute amount of time can be incredibly destructive. However, the event also is metamorphic. The pieces of a fallen building is part of a shell, waiting to be transformed into something else. Hardship forms resilience, allowing that shell to become firmer and more solidified.

This work is a combination of my family’s archive, and photographs recently taken in Grand Bahama. Intrigued by memory and idealism, I wanted to explore how these concepts converse with reality in the present. The trope of the ‘before’ and ‘after’ is played with here, using the aged photographs of the parade to represent the ‘before’ and the large format photographs to create the ‘after’, using scale to represent the pervasiveness of older memories and the fresh and new. It is a breakdown of prosperity, the building, what we have built is in pieces, scattered and floating. The pieces are there, but not anchored.  The independence parade photographs are used as evidence of an event in the past that gave us hope as a nation. The archival images are mounted on pieces of foam in order to emphasise the objectivity  of the photograph as a solid piece of a collective past. The nation has been undermined by the lack of governance and stability that it is currently experiencing. The feeling of security and empowerment  has faded over time. People become subject to forces out of their control, subject to the whims of powers stronger than the individual.

The two outcomes caused by the sudden event in this project are combined. Even in death, life goes on and is transferred. Hope is obscured and changed, but does not disappear. Hope is passed on through generations, but it never exists in the same form because time always changes things. The pieces that make up this project are an explanation for what I essentially hope for today, for my home and country.