Google Earth placemarking...

Possible areas of 're-placement', accompanied by small descriptive notes of the place/memory, and suggestions for which memory box possessions can be placed there...

Maybe my biggest loss is that I cannot think of my losses clearly without missing them more keenly... I mourn who and what I no longer have so much that I cannot come to terms with their losses...

The Den...

'Hanging out my dirty washing'

Finding re-placement in the displacement...

After a week of carrying out visual and mental experiments using the hoarded possessions within my 'memory box', and much deliberation, I have finally determined a more considered and purposeful direction for my work. I had experimented grouping, separating and individualising the collection of objects, using visual and sensual recording to stir the memories and emotions in the hope of defining my concept of the self and how I respond to part losses... I 'hung my dirty washing out', so to speak, with my randomised 'possession line', and created my safe haven, my childhood den (a hidden place of security and undisturbed personal space)... The handling and systematic photography of each individual object caused the memories to come flooding back, which the more I contemplated, became a source of upset and worry; even for the better memories due to their gradual fading into the background of the more unpleasant events throughout my life immortalised in the box amongst the nostalgic memorabilia of haoppier days. The more I began to consider how I would go about deconstructing and dismantling my 'memory box possessions, the more anxiety and upset I felt considering the loss of these objects... they have become the signifiers of a lifetime of unusual memories, memories which I am afaid of not being able to hold on to, or be in control of. My memory box became a vault, a defensive mechanism to combat the fear of loss (in the broader sense of mind, memories and experiences, but also the more immediate such as family, friends, heritage and treasured possessions); a vessel in which I could contain my fears of loss, but yet keep them compact and close at hand... I began to consider instead of deconstruction, the concept of 're-placement'... airing out these fears, placing them in a new context, a new environment in which they are shared rather than destroyed, yet at a known but separated distance from myself... a journey of realisation; a quest to come to gradually and independently come to terms with my fears of loss. I have decided to map my new journey, a journey that consists of taking my memory possessions back to my home, the Falkland Islands, (where many of the objects and memories originate from) and 're-placing' them in the world from which they have become displaced. At times I may need others to complete the task for me, to chose the place and the means... but my work will centre greatly around the process; the documentation of these journeys and the navigation of the self throughout their progression. The means by which I determine to 're-place' my possessions, and their exact locations will become the topic of my research, and will also aid in adding a deeper consideration and purpose to my work. Some objects I may end up keeping, and a large part of my artistic conclusion will depend upon these objects,and why my 'self' could not bear to destroy them... My mind is buzzing with ideas as to how, where and why... but I have purpose for once, and am already starting to feel a more positive change in my concept of self identity towards considering loss and loss of the past... I feel progress... and the gradual beginning of a step towards coming to terms with my fears of loss; and losing my losses... My latest