After my childhood home suffered from a fire, “home” became illusive. We moved to a new residence for the first time. I was in an in-between state, displaced. Even after we moved back in once repairs were made, the disruption made a wrinkle in my experience of home. We moved away shortly after. Since then, “home” has become an ephemeral space. It is but a feeling, fleeting. I sense it in the woods sometimes, hidden between the trees. For me and for many, nature acts as sanctuary, a place to be oneself. Within natural spaces I commune with my inner life and remember honest curiosity. Call me mad if you will, but I'll still be hiding in the woodland watching the snails crawl and the mushrooms grow.
I use instant film to energize my creative process: the emergence of each image adds an element of magic to the experience. What would otherwise be a straightforward photograph is layered with serendipity, lending to the content’s ethereality. The pinhole Polaroid process is particularly sympathetic to making self-portraits, as I am able to set up the composition, open the shutter and take my place within the frame. Produced without self-timer or cable release, the photograph records my spontaneous performance within the composition allowing for both the carefully planned and the accidental.