Burns Park

Growing up the only child of a mentally ill single parent, I knew to stay in my room, live in my head.

My grandmother lived across town, in a beautiful neighborhood, and I spent most of my summers and weekends with her. I would slip into the landscaped yards, visit treehouses and explore secret tennis courts, pass unseen through bushes, and sit quietly in peaceful places created for other people.

I made these photos to reflect that time in my childhood, though none of them are from that place. They are ways I have felt or been, colors I remember, and some hold the stillness I chased through yards and alleys.

This is part of a larger series - A selection of these images were in my August & September 2021 show at Hastings-Cone Gallery, Vashon - slideshow with voice over, followed by images from the project.