This will be a long lonely year

It is the thought of loss that keeps me cataloging, tracing and re-tracing my steps. I catch myself staring at the freckles on a man’s eyelids or the matted texture of a worn carpet, remembering. It is the eventual loss of these moments that I dread. I am searching for a meaningful and profound connection to my past. Through the use of the photograph I hope to comprehend my fixation with failed relationships, childhood dwellings and the death of my paternal Grandmother: all themes that perpetually bind me to the past. This work is about self-exposure, misunderstanding and failures.