You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently. 

Why hold onto all that?

And I said, Where do I put it down?

Anne Carson from “the glass essay”

This work came out of the longest ongoing period of depression of my adult life. As the work has unfolded it became a direct window to my psychie, each image a frame into the sadness and intertia in my mind. Moving away from the city I had hoped to cure myself with space and air. I thought I had given myself more room to breath. I was in fact suffocating in beauty.

This work explores a personal narrative of reconciliation with my family and reflections on my childhood memories. The work serves as an ongoing archive toward understanding of my identity through photography and text. By photographing my family from whom I have spent a decade estranged, and my life  as it is now the work serves to interrogate the practice of documentary photography and the reliability of narration. Seemingly inconsequential moments that are embedded with personal meanings and create visual metaphors for the emotional state of loneliness and searching.


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