I am taking source imagery from found photographs just outside of living memory. My intention is not to exactly copy the images, which seems a little redundant, but to interpret them through inventive color schemes and brushwork. A strong color palette creates a straight-faced surrealism. Photos of strangers in the past remind me of the cognitive dissonance I feel when looking at my own family photographs. Our family tree is a bit complicated, and even something as innocent as looking at our archives opens up emotional minefields. I’m wrestling with “nostalgia”. If we define nostalgia as stories of the past we tell ourselves to justify our present, then how do we reconcile the unknown or the uncomfortable facts we discover?