There is a wonderful arts community called Hambidge, and they throw an incredible fundraising event every summer with an art auction component. At this year's event, no fewer than five people approached me to tell me about a photograph that "belonged" in my collection. When I saw it, I fell in love (as predicted). Unfortunately, it had already been sold. I wrote down the artist's name and poured through her website the next day. Imagine my surprise when a few weeks later she submitted her work to Crusade for Art. Love, meet fate.


Wandering In Place BY Jennifer Garza-Cuen

Many years ago I left America to travel the world. I spent over a decade doing just that and in the process experienced first-hand the often arresting disparity between our perceptions (made up of memory and myth) and reality (which seems to lie somewhere between conflicting memory myths). To most people I encountered I would only ever be a name, a stranger, a bundle of preconceived ideas arrived at based on their own experiences.

As I travelled, I began to feel particularly shackled by the identity of ‘American’. What exactly did that mean anyway? Since returning to the United States several years ago, I have been fascinated by the myths of America: the shining city on the hill, boom and bust, the frontier spirit of rugged individualism, of striking it rich and striking out, and I’ve also been keenly aware of the reality of its hardships; of free-market narcissism, prescribed isolation, injustice, wealth disparity, and decadence.

Wandering In Place depicts a series of locations in the United States as a residue of my cultural memory, an inheritance. It is a metaphorical memoir, a narrative re-telling of facts and fictions and it is also my discovery of the dreamland that still is America.