Danbury Multimedia Arts Gallery 2021
What is the Gallery?
The Danbury Multimedia Arts Gallery is meant to showcase the talents of those in the Greater Danbury Area. Our goal is to give a platform for artists of all skill levels and provide exposure for local artists.
The theme of this Gallery is Unity. In the times we are living in, it is important to stay connected while physically staying apart. Art is a great method of communication and connection. Through this online gallery exhibition, artists and audiences can come together and appreciate the fine work.
Landfill of Memories
No one forgets how to ride a bike. From little training wheels to Olympic saves by Dad, the rides under dogwood trees are as fresh as the first warm day of Spring. These memories are placeholders which fill our hearts like warm, drunken honey. It’s sparked by the tang of bittersweet fruit, or the sting of a bee, eucalyptus lotion and dollar discount coffee. They are first dates, rug-burns, and silly-string, or the boom of fireworks while sitting on the lake.
Memories are like bands of silk ribbon falling through frail fingers; they are vague and lucid. They define us, and speak for us. They print a map of perception for our eyes. Our eyes, which shed lashes. Our skin, which flakes and peels. Our baby teeth, which fill up landfills until they become that of many sparkling seashells on the beach. And in these landfills are our memories—meals, birthdays, divorces and deaths, an old kazoo, photographs, and a pack of marlboro cigarettes. Here is the collection of memories we can no longer make space for, like a million strands of hair that clog our drains, knit our sweaters, and hide in the corners with the dust.
Within us there is a place that is timeless, our own landfill of forgotten somethings that make us into gonna-be-some-days. Though each day rewrites the last, blooming flowers crawl through the waste, and sprinkle life into every handshake. When there are no more flower petals left to caress, or cheeks to kiss, or debts to collect, then we can safely put to rest our memories, so they can compost the soil for more dogwood trees, to make memories for the next.
“Landfill of Memories” -by Danielle Nielsen
I want to wring hypocrisy’s neck and tell it who’s boss. I want to make room for natural, spontaneous and guiltless creation, because it’s an expired artform.
I’m an eclectic machine. My art is for me, first, then for those who need it. I don’t know what my work is, and never have; I like sharp edges and organic messes. When it’s not technical, it’s sentimental and sometimes horrifically unusual and cryptid. It’s about people, and me (whatever me is), and things that happened to be so weird they became normal.