This series of photos plays a little game. Similar to the challenge presented in the children's song, one of these things just doesn't belong. Each group of four photos represents someone I'm related to. Within that group are three objects that belonged to them, and one that didn't. The objects are presented with as little context as possible and all of the objects COULD have belonged to the person, but one of them just didn't. Can you tell which one? Does it matter?
I was curious about why we imbue certain objects with meaning, how objects can hold memory, and how those memories can trick us. The passage of time turns memory into a slippery game of telephone, stories can change with the teller and yet we still cling to memory and often let it define how we see ourselves and the people around us.