The Island is a reconstruction of a poignant memory shared between my father and myself. Through the use of sculpture, yarn, performance, and sound, I’ve created a cross section of memory, identity, secrecy, and the father-son bond. In each of us lies a sea of memory; sometimes turbulent, sometimes placid, but ever present, with each moment gone by, an island in time. The past becomes a caricature of itself, stylized and fuzzy. There is no accurate representation in the realm of memory, only subjective approximations. And through the lens of hindsight, what looks like paradise can mask hidden truths. What do we make of our memories in the end? When you leave the island behind, do you sink or swim?