I avoided contact with my extended family from my tweens til my mid-twenties, choosing instead to pore over the same photos of them over and over by repeatedly flipping through the same photo albums. My immediate family and I did not see eye to eye; still, I often felt as though we acted like a single organism.
In “The City on the Edge of Forever”, Doctor McCoy suffers a mental break and changes history, trying to fix one problem and creating enough in turn to erase a federation. Something similar happened within my family in January, spawning this in-progress series where I use art to imagine idealized, alternate, and potential realities and to poke holes in the beliefs a family structure lures us into holding.