(Wayward) Home is the entry point to my site. It's a constellation of images gathered under one roof. Some are rooted in formal bodies of work. Others are orphaned moments that never found a home, yet still hold the shape of my attention. Together, they reflect the rhythm of my vision.
It’s a glimpse into how the world greets me, open palmed, often strange, and how I answer back. It's a place for my father, who has passed, but taught me what radical self-acceptance looked like in shape and form. It’s a reflecting pool of my youth. A record of beauty and absurdity, of archetype and ache. It’s a celebration of life and a quiet conversation with death. It's a home for the blinking divine I see in others and feel in myself. It’s an archive and a mirror. A patterning, and a dismantling.
It's an attempt at communication that aims upward, out, down and through.
