I am a resident of the present and tourist of the past.
I lost my mother in a car accident when I was 10 years old, as a result there are few family photographs of me or the places I have been from that age on. Now, I recognize the importance of what it means to me to make images of the place I live. If I don’t take the time to make these images, who else will? When looking at photographs of the past I am reminded that I am the sum of my own experiences.
This work is about melancholy, loss and working through that to build a meaningful connection with the place I live.

















































