"One day after school, I was taken to the county jail."
Cells by Frederick McSwain is a re-imagining of a childhood memory in the form of objects and images and a thesis on how environmental factors play a key role in shaping our identity and perception of the world.
McSwain continues, "Escorted in, faded institutional colors and grimy furnishings painted the picture of another time. I sat down on a plastic dairy crate while fishing through my pockets for loose change. Shit out of luck, the fiery glow of a nearby vending machine taunted me as a feeling of anxiety began to creep in."
"Waiting impatiently, monotone hums from the fluorescent lighting composed a minimalist soundtrack, rapid heartbeats kept the time. My mother, barely visible through the glass window of a partitioned wall, was busy signing documents in the booking room next door."
"Without revealing too much at once, the shadows slowly burned in, then the colors and highlights emerged, until eventually, a vivid portrait of a shirtless man came to life. It's been with me ever since."
"While the word 'Cells' commonly refers to the smallest unit of living matter, it's also synonymous with subjects ranging from statistical spreadsheets to terrorist organizations. In language, as in life, environmental factors play a vital role in shaping one's self-identity and perception of the world.
From the moment of birth, each of us is exposed to a continuous stream of information. Collectively, these people, places, and things guide not only our emotions but also our practical decision-making.
Meticulously organized, the human brain has the incredible ability to decipher and store these real-world snapshots for retrieval at a later time. At the end of the day, we're all simply the sum of our parts.
My mother was a bail bondsman. I grew up in America."
Photos: Miller Taylor