ANONYMOUS WOMEN
THE CLAUSTROPHOBIC WORLD OF DOMESTIC BLISSHome is a myth.
Home is comfort, or at least, the most familiar place you can go.
Home is also where personal psycho-dramas get played out.
In English class of my freshman year of high school, we were assigned to write a paper on our homes. I wrote mine as if I were a fish in a fishbowl. I have been hiding ever since.
In many ways, I have gone through my entire life backwards in pictures, since learning photography and how it would become a means of expression in graduate school (at IIT). Photography allows me to time travel, among other things. All of my work is formed by my earliest experiences growing up the suburbs around Chicago (and Florida, being a snowbird in the winter).