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Sometimes on Fridays 

As an artist, I am drawn to the echo of a space. The echo of the life that was once there.  Entering these homes prompts a sensory experience and evokes a sense of nostalgia. I smell shag carpets with pet dander and pine closets with mothballs. I imagine the laughter of the people who once inhabited the rooms. I see the whisps of people’s pasts in the void. This aids in my creation of images. Empty homes allow my mind to unclutter; these spaces have literal and metaphorical walls that allow me to unpack life. 


My work is built upon the documentation of my family’s living spaces. These images are my way to move forward from the places that don't hold the same value as they once did.

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