Alyson Bowen

A collection of observations on the result of routine: subtle inclinations that are imprinted in our minds, in our environment. These images are products of my unquenchable curiosity in the world around me.

The challenge lies in repackaging our habits. This idea sparked from the vivid recollection of childhood memories: the worn, sun-bleached tire marks in the grass where the USPS driver established their routine, the way that southern summer tan lines never seemed to truly fade away once summer had, and the half alive, once treasured and awed over Christmas trees that would line the sidewalks like fallen war heroes waiting to be swept away to their final resting place. I revisit these moments through a new lens, in a different city, where the mind's composition is hauntingly familiar.

This is a continued body of work, a discovery that is revolving around memory and perhaps the fear of its disappearance as age progresses and personal choices take their toll.