Random Tales of Home
I collect images of home and scenes that conjure feelings of home. I think about how our homes reflect our inner worlds, priorities, memories, and needs. They are containers for our intimate moments, solitary rumination, and shared lives. They are where we grow up and our story begins. Places of sustenance and refuge, they bear witness to our family's squabbles, sorrows, and joys. They are where we live our successes and failures and share our stories of living. We all have collections of seemingly insignificant objects strewn here and there—each with a memory of a person, place or time. Imbued with meaning and precious to us for the stories they tell of the places we've been, people we've loved, and experiences we've shared.
































