Nothing lasts. Everything is here, and I am reverent.
This body of work began as grief and became something more like gratitude. Photographs of family, mentors, landscapes, altars — people and places that have shaped me, most of them still here, all of them changing.
My siblings and I appear as silhouettes in the branches of trees, arranged like the devotional diptychs that pilgrims have carried for centuries. My own shadow crosses open fields. The trees in some of these images look like rivers, or like veins — the same pattern running in different scales.
The compound photographs layer semi-transparent halftone prints on plexiglass — mentors, altar objects, landscape — stacked so that each element is visible through the others.
The audio recordings go back to 2016 – the voices of mentors who have guided me throughout my life.
Everything continues in relationship to everything else.
