Photo journal from a recent trip to Monument Valley, Antelope Canyon, Horseshoe Bend, and Sedona.
18″ x 18″ relief inspired by the work of M. C. Escher. I focused on applying the idea of “activated” vs “implied” space. Applied space is when the meaning is given to the viewer, whereas implied space is when meaning is inferred by the context of the surrounding shapes.
Taking up the middle, rectangular prisms of different heights form the shape of stairs creating a distorted rhombus shape-like that you would see as if you were looking down a flight of stairs, or M. C. Escher’s Penrose stairs, the inspiration for this piece. Some of the spaces for rectangular prism steps are missing, and they are implied. One edge has two triangular prisms that touch the side of the distorted-rhombus “staircase”. There are a few details of corrugated cardboard as well.
I think the work tells a narrative of disconnect: meaning the story of walking down a path and realizing there’s a step missing so going back and reasserting from different angles to understand the illusion. I think it could also be a city, with different buildings and passages. In creating it, I made the foreground the side where there is a step missing next to the two lines of corrugated cardboard, but looking at it from different angles, I can see that there could be many interesting foregrounds.
I often find myself between a place of home vs stepping outside, travelling, and the discomfort that comes with it. As I stayed and worked for a family in Rome during quarantine surrounded by Italian, I navigated this intersection: both trying to make a home there living in discomfort and the unknown. My window outside became a sign of hope, and it made me realize the impact that windows-light, and something to look towards- has on the soul. What are we seeing out of, and how does it manufacture our world and our individual view? What happens when we start to fill in the world that we can’t see?
A collection of polaroids taken during travel away from home this year
Unedited film and iPhone photos I found reminiscing about last summer’s trip to Acadia National Park, Maine.
Now that I’m traveling, it feels right to share some of these images as reminders of one of my many “homes”. Even though these are pictures of a physical space, I am reminded that home doesn’t have to be tangible, it can be a feeling, a memory, a smell. It can be an open curtain letting the light in as the morning sun rises, the first thing I would see as I woke up. These are 35mm film photographs I took on my grandpa’s old film camera. I enjoyed being able to use an object so special to my grandpa while taking pictures of something important to me. With film photography dating back, I wanted to frame the idea of “home” as something everlasting.
These are some of my favorite unedited images from a fashion shoot I photographed for my friend’s final collection. I have always been interested in fashion photography but never really got to try it. Something about it, capturing a mood through color and texture, lighting and pose, just captivates my imagination!
Jewelry, outfits, and styling: Janine
Models: Morgan and Connie
Last Christmas, my grandmother was getting rid of old fabric and sheets, so she asked if I wanted to look through the large bag.
Without hesitation I agreed. I love the sentimental value attached to anything hand me down, and it would give me an opportunity to practice sewing without worrying about the cost of fabric. Not to mention there was sure to be fun designs on them.
The particular fabric I used for this outfit was from my grandmother’s old Easter dress that she had hand sewn in her youth. A few years ago she had made me a skirt from the same material. I remember seeing it as more than just a skirt, I imagined it as a romper, or even a mini dress. Somehow I didn’t think a skirt couldn’t do the fabric justice.
But when I saw the remains of her Easter dress in the stash of fabric, I took it home without question.
It was just yesterday that I finally got around to recreating it. Although it did take some courage to take apart a hand made dress.
I love how versatile it is; how it can be worn together, adjusted to look like a dress, or it can be worn separately.
I love the fact that it is something remade and reworn, and every time I wear it I’ll be reminded of my grandmother.
Photography & Styling by me