I thought that it was an interesting reflection of the southern cultural identity. The Identity of Southern America is not so much a concrete thing but as shifting collection of ideas, collective experiences, and a shared past.
It’s hard to explain what “The South” means to me. To me this term resonates with a meaning deeper than “Home”. “The South” to me speaks of history and place. It is where my the spirit of my family resides.
Many times as a child and even now I have tried to understand myself in these terms. Looking back at the path of my forefathers I retrace the steps to my awakening.
We know the past through stories. The truth of these stories can be hidden. I have searched for truth in my, in my family’s, stories. I have found some truth but much remains hidden. There is pain in this past and in these stories, but there is also triumph, humor, and love.
I have been working on this project for some time now. I have reclaimed discarded southern history textbooks and done extensive research on my family history. I am attempting to restore/ reclaim my history- the past- my family- and my roots- in an attempt to understand myself and my part in the world in which I live.
Lately most of my art revolves around this concept. Of understanding my place in our culture and history.
I feel that my identity lies beyond any and all of this and yet I cannot help but think that this information is invaluable in understanding my identity.