I SOMETIMES WONDER...
I don’t have many memories from my own childhood. As a military family, we moved too often for any place—or any moment—to fully settle, leaving
only fragments: running along hilltops, games of hide-and-seek, the distant dream of an ocean I had never seen. These memories feel untethered,
drifting away like nameless birds.
Through this project, I return to that absence, conjuring scenes of childhood shaped by longing and imagination, and giving form to the quiet, unfulfilled
wishes of my adult self.
These works are one-of-a-kind, handmade photographic prints produced through a hybrid analog process combining traditional and contemporary materials.
Awagami Kozo Paper | Photographic transfer on mixed media | h 6” × w 9” | edition of 10
I Sometimes Wonder
I do not wonder where everything is.
Everywhere is shops and children, trees and air,
Our gate, our garden, these are everywhere.
But Mama darling, Papa dear, I sometimes wonder
Where is nowhere?
(by Carson McCullers)
Taoist Sayings...
Wise men hear and see as little children do.
It is the child that sees the primordial secret of Nature and it is the child of ourselves we return to.
The child within us is simple and daring enough to live the Secret.
(by Laozi)
only fragments: running along hilltops, games of hide-and-seek, the distant dream of an ocean I had never seen. These memories feel untethered,
drifting away like nameless birds.
Through this project, I return to that absence, conjuring scenes of childhood shaped by longing and imagination, and giving form to the quiet, unfulfilled
wishes of my adult self.
These works are one-of-a-kind, handmade photographic prints produced through a hybrid analog process combining traditional and contemporary materials.
Awagami Kozo Paper | Photographic transfer on mixed media | h 6” × w 9” | edition of 10
I Sometimes Wonder
I do not wonder where everything is.
Everywhere is shops and children, trees and air,
Our gate, our garden, these are everywhere.
But Mama darling, Papa dear, I sometimes wonder
Where is nowhere?
(by Carson McCullers)
Taoist Sayings...
Wise men hear and see as little children do.
It is the child that sees the primordial secret of Nature and it is the child of ourselves we return to.
The child within us is simple and daring enough to live the Secret.
(by Laozi)