L.A.-based photographer David Walter Banks shares his thoughts about perceptions of memory and his personal ability to curate his own through photography.
At a recent dinner with wonderful creative friends, conversation turned to the topic of memory, and more specifically our perceptions of memory. If you look at our past as this one mass made up of all our life’s memories, it’s tempting to think of this past as a fact, and this mass as solid and firm. But in fact this mass is made up of not one but hundreds of thousands of millions of separate memories, these fluid entities all swirling around and changing, all disparate yet connected. Again, we may follow the fallacy that our memories are fact, when they are anything but. As soon as we step into a room, the facts of what this room looks like begin to slip away as our perception kicks in. Our gaze picks one corner instead of the other, a smell triggers a bad memory, a phone call just before sets our mood. Our freshest memories are merely our perceived sense of reality, not the bare truth. Then the very first time we retrieve that memory from some dusty file drawer recessed in our brain, the wallpaper is recalled as green instead of it’s true faded peach, perhaps an influence of that putrid smell, but either way the memory is changed from fact to fiction, from a near-truth to a twice removed vague likeness.
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