The midwest is some sort of home to me,
if there even is such a thing as home. The things that I walk past every day, that many overlook, are friends to me. I make them my home. The contemporary, and even timeless form of landscape in the midwest is something surreal that I can’t seem to find a place to settle in, so I call it an arbitrary word: home.
My work is essential to my personal identity. I call myself a photographic artist, meaning I use strictly photographic means to create my work. As I work, I focus on the contemporary and domestic landscape that I encounter wherever I reside, be it permanent or temporary.
But what is the story of my “home?” I constantly search for the meaning for this word, connecting all of my projects with this thread of the midwest. Work such as Arbor, Neighbor may not look related to Moth, but there is something that connects the two. A sense of looking for understanding. The more intellectual projects such as Rust Maize or IL66 seem more documentary, but are, in fact, me looking for familiarity in a landscape I label with that arbitrary word.
Since the formal beginning of my fine art photographic career in 2016, I started to look everywhere to understand where I am and why I can never feel at home. Looking for comfort, looking for meaning, looking for a way to connect with something, somewhere that I can’t seem to connect with. The camera connects me to them. The personified landscape that I’ve made friends with. But sometimes, those friends fade, and you lose touch with them.
Time goes on, and I still wonder and wander the midwest looking for my home.
Photograph from Aimless Home