blogpost no.2, or how Gilmore Girls relates to my BFA thesis

Thursday, November 20, 2014

I took this screen shot a few weeks ago. A little background incase you are not Gilmore Girls literate: This comes from Season 2, Episode 8, in which Lorelai has found out the inn she runs is going to be closing and as such, she feels like she's leaving her home behind. 

She's leaving this place filled with so many memories, a Memory Home. What a funny phrase. I had never really heard it used in this context. (When you Google Memory Home, a lot of retirement and alzheimer homes come up.) It is a particularly striking phrase to me, for if you don't remember:

This is my BFA Thesis Paper. If you don't mind me using an extended metaphor: Memory is the thread that wraps around all my work and binds it together. This thesis, and otherwise, other later work. It binds the everyday moments to the poignant ones. It binds the cell phone pictures to the photographs made with 120 film. It binds a to-do list to a letter to a journal entry to a short story to a personal essay. It builds me up, it is the framework for my existence. 


Anyway. So you can imagine my excitement when I saw that phrase, Memory Home, in my Netflix subtitles, which watching my most recent TV obsession. Lorelai and I have different Memory Homes. Her is a physical place, a place that she works at and is rooted in. And while place is important for me to (a literal home is a beautiful thing) my Memory Homes are the photographs I take. Or rather, my photographs are the homes for my memories. (Is this getting a little complicated?)

I love that this phrase appears in Gilmore Girls. I love that this is a concept that we all deal with, whether we think about it or not. I love that memory lives in the backgrounds of our lives, and records all of our separate moments, and brings them together for something that resembles a life lived, a home. 

At the end of my Thesis proposal I write: By photographing something am I allowing myself to forget it, rather than remember it? That question still puzzles and unsettles me. But for better or for worse photography and memory are intertwined, and my photographs will remain the homes for my memories. 

*I feel like it should also be noted that this is the first post about my thesis since my thesis ended. Feels somehow monumental. 

1 comment :

  1. you were gonna let me read that...i never got it


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