The studio has been humming at full tilt for nearly three weeks now. Another beginning is waiting, varied, staggeringly barren. I stare down at the pieces and wonder at how they will fill themselves with color and pattern and stitch. Its always this way at the beginning, a small feeling of disbelief, an edge of uncertainty that settles just out of reach.
Where I Stand is an ongoing photo essay examining the different places I spend my life standing. Too often we take for granted the everyday places we spend our lives walking on. The ground we tread on has its own stories to tell.