top of page
behind the viel
an age old story of love and glory — a fine line between knowing and not knowing
distance, love, memory, hope, longing
a photo book | in memory of my mother
memories have no specific order
through the mediums of photography, drawing, and writing, I have created my own "memory box" to cherish for a lifetime
drag to move the images around >
 |  |  |
|---|---|---|
 |  |  |
 |  |  |
 |  |  |
 |  |  |
 |  |  |
 |  |  |
 |  |  |
 |  |  |
 |
each photograph is printed on cotton inkjet paper (viscose challis)
the poem is beautifully crafted in response to my work by abigail teodori
the leather box is incredibly executed by jules gourley
bottom of page