​Living with dyslexia
Growing up I always thought that the first thing people noticed or associated with me was my dyslexia, it took away my confidence and self-esteem, making me question my own thoughts and memory and forces me to search for a never-ending stream of lost words. Dyslexia makes every day a challenge, it converts my train of thought, and fogs my brain in a middle of a sentence. Dyslexia provides me with the ability to think in pictures and create 3D projects in my mind. However, when retelling a story or explaining or a past event my brain starts in the middle works backwards and then I suddenly remember the beginning at the end.
Cast No Shadow
Medium: projector photography
words that associate dyslexia to me, simply wrote without a spell check. Can understand them?
Are You What Your Labelled?
Medium: Oil paint on canvas
Postal notes represent reminders, memory prompts
labels associated with my inability and how I was labelled in school by educational and medical professionals on inadequacies, inabilities and disability.
What's Left Behind
Medium; film projection plinths on wall
Visual animation of how my brain stores and uses words they appear then fall off. words are projected onto a wall; the words appear to gather on the plinths installed on the wall, however this is just an illusion and they fall and are at this point forgotten.
The Mind Of A Deyslexic
Medium: clay and books
Bookends are a support placed at the end of a row of books, this sculpture represents how I feel my memory creates, and stores information the words are there but enclosed and trapped in the constrain of one area not able to pass through the clay the other area.
