i wake up
try and wash you off of me
i let the water run down my skin
that feels wrong
seep into every pore
in hopes of extracting you
Windows have always been a recurring theme in my work. There is something about them that draws me in. I see them as tiny portraits with a soft anonymity. Outside the frame, I usually know nothing about the people who spend their time on the other side of the glass. The audience is left only to make their own judgements, form connections or experience nostalgia in whatever way behooves them.
The image below is of my own bathroom window, taken from inside the home looking out. This is a new perspective for me, most of the time I am on the outside looking in. The irony is, I equate my images of windows as anonymous portraits as I stated above. Here it becomes a self-portrait. I see myself as the vine, and this is what the movement of my life looks like.