My memory : Growing up, every Sunday my mom took 2-3 hours to spend time in her closet- organizing, folding, cleaning, etc. My most fond memory of spending time with my mom in our old house is her pulling her pulling out these Indian style jewelry boxes and polishing her gold. I would sit on the floor with her and be mesmerized by the beauty of her jewelry.
My artifact: My artifact encompasses visual effects that represent shared memories between my mom and her closet. Inside the jewelry box there are three pairs of pearls, all of them signify my mother because that is a staple for her, she wears pearls every day. There is a bracelet hanging outside of the box (which is my object from the past) that was given to me as a gift from my mom when I was born. I wear this bracelet every day so I can carry a piece of her around with me. My object from the present is the Indian styled jewelry box. The cracked mirror underneath and behind the jewelry box relates to my moms closet literally and figuratively, as it had floor to ceiling mirrors on all four walls, as well as it is a representation of the fake. The cracked mirror represents the ‘fakeness’ in the ideals that I was taught women should uphold and how they should act or take care of their things. I think this is a great memory, but I think its ridiculous I have grown up thinking that all women should spend such absurd amount of time polishing and perfecting their lives.
