In 2013 I moved back home to Los Angeles after 20 years away. I lived in my childhood home while my partner and I looked for housing, and it was filled with landmines of buried memories, surprisingly vivid and long forgotten. It felt dreamlike, making me wonder if I’d ever left.
When I read or dream, the scene takes place in the house I grew up in. I have found this to be common for other people too. When we are young the world makes a deep impression on us, and when we are young our home is our world.
In the photographs from this series I use the house, where my parents still live, as a stage to explore place and identity. My sister, my parents, and my partner are all players in this drama. I’m interested in the role photography plays in both documenting and inventing memories, and the bonds it strengthens through intimacy, trust and forgiveness.
