coney island

CONTEXT

The collection is dedicated to my process of recollecting my summer memories of Coney island.

 

It was a hot summer afternoon when all the adventures began. I cans still picture the astonishment in my eyes when I saw the vibrant beach and the colourful amusement park. All my memories about Coney island seem to be condensed in that dizzying Saturday filled with salty see breeze, kids’ laughter, thrilling roller coaster and tasty ice creams, and the games I could never win.

 

When I went back to Coney island in the winter, the amusement parks were shut down and the whole beach was full of scary sea gulls and emptiness. 

 

The weaving process represents me trying to collect back my fading summer memories. Even though I fused all the pieces together, they are still fading and blurry.