I read about an art project in which students were asked to reimagine an animal. One student painted her hand to look like a zebra then photographed it in tall grass. Her arrangement and composition looked uncannily real and, I have to admit, it made me look twice. For a second I thought her hand was an actual zebra. And even after I knew the deal, I couldn’t take my eyes of her photo. It was as if the fake zebra kept changing into a real one when I’d look away.
I like this idea of reimagining. I wonder if it’s something we can employ to tweak undesirable memories? We all have childhood moments when something crystallized in our minds – and now we’re stuck with it like a bad tattoo. What if we could reimagine that moment and begin mistaking it for the truth?