Cristina Dawn
Bachelor of Fine Arts (Sculpture)
It is like a detachment from my body
Like wallpaper peeling off a wall
Like one half of my face is pulled back
Pulling back a cat's eye to expose the white
Crazed on one side of their face
That is one side of my face
There was something exciting about that driveway
I have come to realise there is nowhere I can be unfiltered
It is very strange to feel so enmeshed with fading people
Unscrewing the hinge of a locked box
This is where the lamb drinks
Du ovah, nu sigereh, e nah scatuhla deh fyammifereh
One half of your face is one side of my face
I hold an invested interest in bringing permanence to dissolving memory and preserving an expiring dialect only spoken by migrants leaving my family's village, Boiano, c.1950s. Through material realisations, I offer an understanding of how personal identity is moulded and distorted by intergenerational histories.