Childhood memories are seldom as connected to reality as we assume. Often something vivid in my mind turns out to be a dream, or a story created around a photograph. We piece together the fragments of our reality like a puzzle, our mind becoming a collage of real events, dreams, stories and feelings.
My mind works like this not just generally, but also in specific ways. For example I might jumble up the happenings at one party, creating a ‘memory’ out of what actually happened, what I dreamed afterwards, a story someone told and my desires as well.
I don’t think that this makes my memories less valid, in fact perhaps the montage is more accurate, as it is reading into the things which lay beneath the surface. I think this type of scrambled memory shows a picture of how we desire things to be, a reality with some alterations and enhancements.
This is how I have reinterpreted some of the classic fairy tales in my head, or at least created different roles for the key players. The wolf wasn’t so bad, sleeping beauty was happy, the prince was kind of boring and rapunzle had a hair pulling fetish.
If I was going to trace the disjointedness of my mind back to any one place, especially in regards to fairy tales, it would have to be these amazing puzzle blocks passed down to me from my Nana.
The original purposeful scenes are classics, each with a clear picture of good and evil, an undying romanticism and a moral to be told. What I love though is the mixed up stories, the old man and the witch get together, Gretel is turned into a half dove, the princess adores the frog.
Having recently re-discovered my fairy tale blocks, I can see how influential they have been.
Here is an picture I drew of little red riding hood finding true love with the big bad wolf.
And an outtake from my most recent photo shoot, which I see as a sleeping beauty who has turned the big bad wolf into a sweet little wolf, who is close to her heart.
So while my memory may sometimes frustrate my friends and lovers, I am quite happy with my fantastical version of reality and pleased that all I have taken from these imaginary tales is the romanticism and imagination and not the unbendable notions of good and evil with the boring promise of a happily ever after.
Thanks for reading, remember FOP will be at The Damn the Man Night Market on 22nd November and if you want your own sweet little wolf you can get one there or here.