Permanent Home
When I read or dream, the scene often takes place in the house I grew up in. I have found this to be common for many people. When you are young the world makes a deep impression on you, and when you are young your home is your world.
In the photographs from this series I use the house, where my parents still live, as well as surrounding locations from my childhood, as a stage to explore memory, attachment, and how place is almost always defined by the people who live there.
Recently I moved back home from NYC to LA. I spoke along with several other photographers about my experience in Los Angeles and the strangeness of returning to a place you once knew well but that has become foreign. I recounted the way I'd had to master driving again after not having a car fo 15 years, and of course one of the first "tests" was very nearly colliding with a fallen refrigerator in the center lane going 70 mph with my 3 year old in the backseat. Or listening to KROQ Sirius and all the same DJ's from my youth were still DJi'ng, making me question if I had actually ever left Los Angeles and had another life.
