This is the one.
It is in the beat of my heart.
I can feel it within my bones.
This is where I plant my future.
I have ventured this land seeking you.
This 25th move…..you are my home.
Standing still has been difficult in the past. My mind wanders to those people and places I have left behind and the transient present. The connotation of memory is summoned for me through foggy ephemeral images. Pinhole photography allows capture of the passage of time as memory traces. Unique compositions presenting the seen and unseen. The creation of the images and the objects making them are a test of my ability to stay. Slow down. Be present. Connect.
I wonder though.....where will I end up? As my restlessness continually appears satisfied by the task at hand, it is my desire for connection that drives this search for my real home. Home as person and place together.