During my childhood I lived in fifteen different houses in the midwestern part of the United States – a part of the country that feels as placeless as the rental houses my family occupied. As a result, I have always felt like an outsider observing and wondering about the area I was inhabiting. Each time we moved I became fascinated and haunted by the residual essence of the former inhabitants that still lingered in and around the home. Throughout my projects I often photograph in or around my personal surroundings in an attempt to understand the spaces and the people who once...
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