Deserted houses stand as a metaphor for neglect and destruction. Trespassing, I gained entry into domestic dwellings cluttered with the fragments of families’ lives. These houses were no longer homes. I felt the loss of comfort, love and security as I explored the spaces and sifted through debris. I located myself within the remnants of others. Their demise became mine.
These feelings formed the blueprint for this body of work. By entering forbidden rooms, I confronted my domestic ruin. Ultimately, constructing these images became a foundation of hope.