Jolee Benard
In August of 2019, I found the belongings of my downstairs neighbor. As I spent more and more time with the material I felt our lives begin to blur together, despite the fact we knew very little about each other previously. No longer was it two separate people who happened to live in the same apartment building, but it was a singular person who swiftly and effortlessly moved between past, present, and future.
As our lives have blurred together it becomes confusing on who experienced what, who lived through what, who grew up where. Our two lives have become an interlocked puzzle. Our belongings have been cut, combined, glued, and weaved together. Our two lives are happening at once. We can't leave each other now.
Contact information
email: jbenard@pratt.edu
Instagram: @joleebenard
As our lives have blurred together it becomes confusing on who experienced what, who lived through what, who grew up where. Our two lives have become an interlocked puzzle. Our belongings have been cut, combined, glued, and weaved together. Our two lives are happening at once. We can't leave each other now.
Contact information
email: jbenard@pratt.edu
Instagram: @joleebenard