We are Ugly but We Have the Music, Artist Statement
I had an idyllic upbringing, I grew up in a commune of sorts, with three moms and three dads, and seven brothers and sisters. Our story is serendipitous, unlikely, and beautiful. I relive my memories like reading a novel, as if our past might still be taking place in the present in some alternate universe. In recent years, our family has fallen apart in monumental ways. We mourned losses one after another, as if the tragic momentum was unstoppable. I grew up knowing that falling backwards would mean two dozen hands, outstretched to catch me, and suddenly falling means descending into cold, empty air.
This series, titled ‘We are Ugly but We Have the Music’, is my attempt to understand what is left. My childhood meant knowing, it meant being sure. Now, right in the thick of it, I'm still staring out at what feels like a sea of uncertainty and change. If my childhood was easy to know, a series of stories so magnificent, they sound like fiction- how can I understand my family's present: often full of heartache, loneliness, and banality? What is the reality of what we are now, after our fall from grace? With this series, I explore this reality by delving into my memories, while concurrently attempting to make peace with present.