In the Garden, is mostly about the fear of forgetting. As I get older and my visits home become less frequent, my illusion of home becomes less concrete. My homecoming experiences and memories seem out of place, different, as I grow separate from home. In the Garden is my attempt to hold on to old companions, the family dog, Christmas holidays, garden hide outs and parrot conversations. I force them to remain as still as objects. They become the mise-en-scène of my void. Isolating my memories of home, by illuminating them, allows me to hold on to them, to record and remember them, before they no longer exist.