I photograph the dynamics within my home and family, to try to understand a certain gnawing emptiness. This emptiness probably stemmed from growing up in a home, where contradictory messages thrived. My father became a pastor late in life, giving up all financial stability, while my mother comes from a family of four generations of pastors that all preached, “God provides”. But while they spoke with conviction about this divine provision, I saw anxiety and insecurity behind their words of peace. My photographs are minimal and unconventionally cropped to build tension and convey isolation, and recurring technological motifs suggest a lack of personal connection.
Tangled somewhere in between the barriers I come across in my home, is anxiety, which seeks stability and control, but results in restrained and stunted growth. I exist today, pushed and pulled between believing that things are both “too much” and “not enough”. My hope is to fill some of the emptiness, and learn how to find a release that will allow me to grow more freely and more frequently. I long for the words of peace to become a reality.
