Tiffany Tremaine

In my work I examine my archive, my only physical glimpse of my past. When I write, I use a combination of prose and poetry. Blended together in marriage of poetry and prose, I co-opted the term “prosetry” to describe these sentiments. Prosetry and narrative act like memory, in a way that they can be subjective to the reader and their individual storyline. As an artist, becoming entangled in the intricacies of my storylines and texts about floods, fires, tornados, and kisses on railroad tracks brought me back to the rich bed of feelings that allowed me to grow and shape myself as I am. While memory may not be reliable, emotions can drive the self. Reflecting on my renewed experience of my writing, I can re-submit myself to pain, joy, and tumultuous disaster.  I can awaken visual memories and moments captured in words I wrote close to those experiences. I can sit with myself on paper and cradle the pain of the past tangibly as object, as real, celebrate the joys and innocuous moments of pleasure. I can experience my own obligations, my responsibilities and discovery of the world. I can understand how I have gotten this far, and rewrite my lines as they change and grow.