Work in Progress

This work explores the unstable space between memory and place. Returning to the town where I grew up, I confront a landscape that is both intimately familiar and emotionally unrecognizable. The images move through domestic edges, quiet streets, and overlooked interiors, tracing a sense of longing for a past that feels deeply real but may never have existed. The people I encounter seem like good folks, but the underlying support for a system that is systematically ungood leaves me feeling detached. The work sits in the dislocated tension between staying and leaving, attachment and estrangement, asking what it means to be tied to a place that no longer holds you — or perhaps never did.

“These fragments I have shored against my ruins.” – T.S. Eliot from The Waste Land