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.
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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