Here is an excerpt from an artist statement attached to one of the very last projects I worked on - a fractured narrative photo book- before I graduated. Click here if you want see the final product.


Growing up means leaving your parents’ home and finding something or somewhere that is ultimately your own. Graduating from college acts as a launchpad of sorts into adulthood. This book is an attempt to reconcile the conflict of growing up, graduating, and moving back home-a place that no longer feels like home. In a lot of ways, moving back into my childhood home feels a lot like backtracking. In an effort to make sense of going back to a place that I haven’t spent much time with in the last 4 years, I knit together a series of photos of my childhood home, old photos of myself, and the place I’ve lived in the last few years. In doing this, I hope to have redefined what home means to me-not a physical place but rather, a feeling.


I wanted to share this excerpt with you because this past May I moved back into my childhood home. My parents-the sweet people they are- expanded their home and had a separate unit attached, ready for me to move into. (Sometimes I think this was a tactic for them to keep me here for the rest of my life, but that’s a different story) Over the last four years, I’ve grown to really embrace my introverted nature, arguably too much so. I love being alone and my independence is something I deeply value. Because of this, ‘home’ is really important to me, but the bedroom I grew up in felt like an old friend that I no longer had anything in common with. The idea of moving back to this place felt like I was moving backwards. In college, ‘home’ was easily adaptable because with each new environment, it presented a blank canvas in which you bring yourself and your belongings to form a familiar backdrop and claim ownership of an environment that reflects who you are and what you care about. I filled this new space with this feeling of ‘home’ that I created for myself and I repurposed ‘home’ on a blank canvas once again. 

With that said, here are some details and pieces that are a representation of me, the things I love, and what I consider home. 


Urban Outfitters
Urban Outfitters

If you're curious, pretty much everything is from target, urban outfitters, or it's homemade. 

As always, thanks for reading!