For the past few years, I have been actively documenting my life and the lives of those around me. Primarily my work focuses on the personal, the familiar, and the ordinary. In doing so I have begun to create an archive of imagery that function as a narrative to my life. Initially the work may appear to be subjective and intimate, however the works serves to speak to the personal as well as the universal experience.
This book revolves around the concept of home. Upon hearing the news that plans have been put into place to sell my grandmothers house, I immediately began to feel myself entering true adulthood. The concept of change has never been a stranger to me. This house however is the one refuge I have ever truly had; it has been up, until now, the only place that has ever remained constant in my life. To leave it would mean to lose a part of me, it holds every memory, every tear, every laugh-this house is my home, and I am far from ready to let it go.
After much thought, I began to understand that home is not made up of just one place, but instead it is made up of bits and pieces of places and people. In order to fully represent my meaning of home, I too would have to represent the spaces that were inhabited, the relationships that were built, as well as the objects with which surrounded myself there. In other words, the fear of this loss has compelled me to document the people, places, and things that define what home means for me. Overall, this work speaks towards the urge to hold on, even though transitions such as this are inevitable.