There's No Place...
This body of work is a multi-series, mixed media collection developed in 2007 under the influence of teachings by Mikita Brottman, Regina DeLuise and Lynn Silverman at MICA in Baltimore, and then continued throughout 2016, with installments added yearly.
The collection is the foundation of my acceptance of the absence of my father after his death in 2002. This is the only family home I have ever known, and I have seen it evolve along with the grounds it sits on and the city it it situated in, and this particular series continues to inform and resurface within all areas of my life and practice.
The space has always had a piece missing from it, and this longing created the desire to investigate, and invest time in lasting relationships.
The photographs investigate home in detail and in ephemera, and how this creates an imprint within a person, and their relationship to a space.
Retrospectively I have looked back at this work as a young adult processing trauma-although I did not fully know this at the time-and hold this body of work close to my heart as it was my personal road to acceptance.
A final edition to the series, Home Again, was created in 2023. The sculptural work is an ode to this road to self-discovery, and is a sculpture of the exterior walls of the house, to hold a light within, and a single flower.
Heart of This Home
This work is a series of color photographs representing the 5th anniversary of my father's death in 2002. The photographs are presented sequentially, as they were taken in a 24 hour period.
It is peculiar to note the first photograph is the reason for the series entirely. The tree in the photograph was among my favorite in the setting outside of the rear window in my home in Jersey City, and the sky was just the perfect amount of blue to make me want to grab my camera - no life changing moment, I was just drawn to beauty and I didn't think I would even end up printing it. The next morning, on the anniversary of my father's death, I woke up to loud thumps coming from the neighbor’s yard. The tree had been cut down. I took this as an opportunity to capture the rest of my day's fleeting moments and small signs.