"We exist to express, whether it be artistically or through other means. Our disciplines are our expression. Artists, however, do not express needlessly but from a desire to seek sources much more profound and transcendent than what the natural world cares to show us. Within all the things we see on a consistent basis, a source or beauty lies within. Humanity has and more specifically, artists, have contemplated this since our earliest existence. As a result, through our predisposition to express we have passed on an ever-growing heritage.... or lineage, to describe beauty and truth. 

Beauty does not discriminate. It can be found in tragedy and in triumph. Through complexity or from stillness. It can be discovered or recalled. And it pertains entirely to the individual with capacity enough to express it in their fashion. We recall beauty in our inspirations, and we discover beauty through our methods. Anything that exists today is the result of what has come before. It is all a heritage of our species; we inherit the things that were said once and find those to be echoed again today. Sometimes we forget what we have said before, and therefore it must be stated again. Nothing has ever existed within a void.

This passing down of heritage mirrors that of a memory. The feelings that arise when we recall traumas, or the moments shared of a past loved one. Like a stone cast into still water, the feelings recalled ripple outwards from the soul. We find a divine source within the wistful return to some period in our minds. We recall our most human selves so quickly. “It’s like it was yesterday” is the common phrase. What becomes of it is a passing of culture, elapsing our understanding of time itself. 

Behind my eyes is an inexplicable feeling of homesickness. A constant desire to go back. My solace is found in an understanding that memory and culture are not bound to time.  Relatable feelings from past experiences surface as I view the works done by those long before. In my work, the dried tears weigh the fur of the teddy bear she holds, the jacket as vibrant as the pride poised in the gaze of her eyes, a brother’s hands crown his expression. From work to work, this lineage leads me on. Memories, heritage, and culture is echoed in the marks chosen to describe a beauty searched for. 

Moments we share with each other formulate our nature. We are the sum of all our experiences past, we are all living memories, brought up by cultures cultivated by generations long before, crossing each other's paths. I labor in the standards I’m inspired by; I express the inner truth of the subjects I see, exiling myself of the superficialities of the world today. But while I balance these feelings and techniques, time never bounds me...because Amarcord - I Remember. "  - E. Drummond