The Re-collection Table

Who are the keepers of what we leave behind?

Who decides what deserves to be kept?

What role does technology play in nostalgia?

A collection of vernacular photographs. Found in an antique store. Drawn to the volume of one person’s photographic life. Almost irrationally, I felt I had to save them. So I took them home, where they sat in a closet for 5 years. 

Who cares about the legacy we leave behind? Does it need to remain intact as a whole? Or is it better remembered if the pieces are scattered, collected by multiple others? As more pieces go away, does it make it more valuable or less? 

As an artist, I often wonder, is it better to be remembered in your lifetime and forgotten after you die, or unknown during your lifetime but remembered for eternity?