A few years after moving out from my parents’ home, I found myself recreating rituals and relationships that my family had. On more than one occasion, I caught myself making breakfast and listening to talk radio, reminiscing over the occasional Saturday morning waffles and table conversation of home. After a long time of photographing Thanksgiving and Christmas traditions I began to realize that what I was attracted to was much more subtle than the photo-journalistic images I was trying to create. The photographs I have been making are rather fractions of the day-to-day, slow moving, and often mundane moments that interweave together. Instead of loud images, I’ve turned to the quiet relics of relationships; late afternoon light on the wheelbarrow by the woodpile, and cutting home grown vegetables for dinner.

Family Breakfast

      I grew up in an intimate family and spent my adolescent life with my dad, mom, sister and brother. In the Christian tradition, of communion, followers of Jesus eat bread and drink wine, symbolically consuming his body and blood. My family has replicated this ritual by mutually consuming representations of each other. This relational act acknowledges that we are a unit bound by the laws of nature, but also extends into a spiritual realm beyond genetics. The act of consuming edible photographs together is evidence of this intention.


A while back while taking a walk, I saw across a parking lot, a friend talking and gesturing to himself. As I came near, I laughed to myself because I realized he was only on a headset telephone. After this, I became intrigued by my own relationship with the technology I use on a daily basis, and its relationship with me.


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