When I was five I was afraid of churches. The Greek Orthodox Church my family attended was full of icons that seemed to know what I was thinking, gray incense-filled air, and endless rituals in a language I didn’t understand. As I grew older, my fear turned into creative fascination. The images from the church began to inspire me and I began to make shrines myself. For me, making shrines helps fear memories fade to ghost-like snapshots. I felt that putting these shards in this shrine could help capture Fred McDonald’s experience at Biarritz as well as honor the past.
