Ariana Henry
“Pleasant Memories”
Before you begin to think that these muted colors and dynamic scenes of intense lighting are shots of a grotesque and malevolent narrative, picture in your mind a pleasant memory.
Do you remember it in pure color? Is it in perfect sequence and exact detail? Maybe some of your memory takes place in an imaginative, implausible perspective, one that is not your own but that fills in those spots that have been forgotten.
This is what I have attempted to capture in my photo series “Pleasant Memories”. Memories are fleeting, even the most cherished nostalgias dissipate with time. They fade into a narrative of muted tones that tumble and whirl together without chronological order. As you grasp a scene your mind only focuses on those forms that are most memorable- their frame is set in a high contrast against a darkened and blurred background. Memories are transient, photographs are everlasting. “Pleasant Memories” visualizes the ephemeral and locks it into eternity.
My Thanksgivings of gathering with my family are some of my most pleasant memories. Thanksgiving is the one time in the year where I get to spend time with
the three men of my family who I admire most, my father, my brother, and my grandfather (whose gravestone we visit every Thanksgiving Day). So, as you observe the dark and muted color palette of a tumbling narrative displaying my own nostalgias, take the time to reminisce and be thankful for “Pleasant Memories.”
“Pleasant Memories”
Before you begin to think that these muted colors and dynamic scenes of intense lighting are shots of a grotesque and malevolent narrative, picture in your mind a pleasant memory.
Do you remember it in pure color? Is it in perfect sequence and exact detail? Maybe some of your memory takes place in an imaginative, implausible perspective, one that is not your own but that fills in those spots that have been forgotten.
This is what I have attempted to capture in my photo series “Pleasant Memories”. Memories are fleeting, even the most cherished nostalgias dissipate with time. They fade into a narrative of muted tones that tumble and whirl together without chronological order. As you grasp a scene your mind only focuses on those forms that are most memorable- their frame is set in a high contrast against a darkened and blurred background. Memories are transient, photographs are everlasting. “Pleasant Memories” visualizes the ephemeral and locks it into eternity.
My Thanksgivings of gathering with my family are some of my most pleasant memories. Thanksgiving is the one time in the year where I get to spend time with
the three men of my family who I admire most, my father, my brother, and my grandfather (whose gravestone we visit every Thanksgiving Day). So, as you observe the dark and muted color palette of a tumbling narrative displaying my own nostalgias, take the time to reminisce and be thankful for “Pleasant Memories.”
