My entire life, as far as I can remember, is defined by and through movies. Not the moving image, not cinema as some high taxonomy of form, but the lowest common denomenator of movie movies. The kind you see but don’t talk about seeing. I mean shit like Predator and Robocop and Honey I Shrunk the Kids and Olive Kitterige.

Memory, Vein is my attempt to connect the various memories I have associated with specific scenes in movies, some related directly to the film in question, others so random as to only be the work of the unconscious.