The antique sale is a regular feature to the autumn backdrop. I took my time this visit, sifting through the closed dresser drawers I normally sail past without a thought. I found textile after textile neatly stacked inside. I wondered at the woman who made them, if she ever thought her pieces would end up squirreled away like a secret. I thought of my own work, uncertain of their future after I am no longer around to care for them. The urgency to leave my mark on them looms larger then ever at the idea.
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.
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Where I stand is becoming a piece of my weekly nourishment; opening doors to the places, thoughts, realities, journeys that come to the forefront of thought when you take that time to snap a shot of your feet and ask the question. Thank you for providing this most delicious meal to my creative self from your creative self.
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