Our memories fool us when they seem to play as movies in our minds. What is left of our living is something more akin to a box of photographs—ruffled through, their order lost or barely held together. What we take for these movies are re-compositions of these still images into narratives, a process of sense making that is self-making too. I am the Organizer of My Own Archive presents a range of tactics for coming into relation with the remnants of personal and social histories, emphasizing the interpretive liberty at play in any project that aims to coax sense from isolated objects or recollected experiences.
The thing about understanding history as photographs, as opposed to movies, is that the order is up for negotiation and relationships can be proposed and constructed, or denied and torn apart. In organizing our archives, we write ourselves as we ought to be.
the systems and ways with which we organize and access information can facilitate new types of connections between things. New lexicons of connectivity.
Derrida’s concept of the trace: the difference between two things or, as he writes in Of Grammatology (1967), the “mark of the absence of presence, an always-already absent present.” Here, language is what happens between things, between objects and texts.