Every time I have to write down my home address I leave myself feeling very perplexed. Sometimes I wonder if most twenty-year-olds also have this feeling of rootless traveling. I am constantly between my mom’s house, my dad’s house, my “school” home (which is currently my grandmas house), my boyfriend's, and sleeping on friend’s couches. I guess you could consider my car, my luxury. It can get me to all of these places, and I can “ live out of my car.” I can’t tell if I like being in all of these places- or if it’s wearing me down, even though the choice is mine. Most of the time I choose social events over my sanity. I wonder to myself, how do I do it?
These photographs represent my current state of sensibility. Living with my grandma my junior year of college wasn’t always the plan. I had plans to live with three of the most wonderful people I know. That fell through a week before school started when living circumstances were unsafe, in another’s opinion. At first I felt very indifferent about the situation and as time went on I saw the light in it. I‘ve gotten to know my grandma as more than just my grandma. Traditionally, grandmas are really good at cooking, and spoiling their grandchildren. Now of course mine still does all of those things, but I get to see through the curtain by spending time with her. I recognize her as beautiful and she is the most truehearted woman I have ever known. Living with my grandmother has been a privilege and a memory I will always treasure.
These self-portraits are taken inside my new bedroom at my grandmas. The van dyke brown process on cloth represents my grandma’s love for fabrics, and interior decorating. No matter how much I grumble about driving, or having four different homes, if you think about it we will probably never get to live life this carefree again, after our twenties come to an end.
These photographs represent my current state of sensibility. Living with my grandma my junior year of college wasn’t always the plan. I had plans to live with three of the most wonderful people I know. That fell through a week before school started when living circumstances were unsafe, in another’s opinion. At first I felt very indifferent about the situation and as time went on I saw the light in it. I‘ve gotten to know my grandma as more than just my grandma. Traditionally, grandmas are really good at cooking, and spoiling their grandchildren. Now of course mine still does all of those things, but I get to see through the curtain by spending time with her. I recognize her as beautiful and she is the most truehearted woman I have ever known. Living with my grandmother has been a privilege and a memory I will always treasure.
These self-portraits are taken inside my new bedroom at my grandmas. The van dyke brown process on cloth represents my grandma’s love for fabrics, and interior decorating. No matter how much I grumble about driving, or having four different homes, if you think about it we will probably never get to live life this carefree again, after our twenties come to an end.
Process: Van Dyke Brown's on cloth with antiqued mattes.
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