The past year has been one of intense personal and emotional growth. I spent more time outdoors than I have since I was little. I moved home for a bit. My family experienced loss... my first real loss. We worked together to see and feel each little moment that seemed important. The forsythia bloomed in the fall. When I returned home for Thanksgiving, it was 70º outside; the warmth meant the world. We didn’t speak of what we were all thinking. I learned of a type of care I hadn’t experienced. Care that is permanent and powerful. Nurturing as necessity. This body of work is about all of those feelings. It’s about blooming, pruning, and accepting. It’s about being glad, and sad, that I was there. And I’m still working through it.
Shown at Quirk Gallery in Richmond, Virginia. Summer 2021.
