After my childhood home suffered from a fire, “home” became illusive. We moved to a new residence for the first time. I was in an in-between state, displaced. Even after we moved back in once repairs were made, the disruption made a wrinkle in my experience of home. We moved away shortly after. Since then, “home” has become an ephemeral space. I sense it in the woods sometimes, hidden between the trees. Home is but a feeling, fleeting.
I use instant film to energize my creative process: the emergence of each image adds an element of magic to the experience. What would otherwise be a straightforward photograph is layered with serendipity, lending to the content’s ethereality. The pinhole Polaroid process is particularly sympathetic to making self-portraits, as I am able to set up the composition, open the shutter and take my place within the frame. Produced without self-timer or cable release, the photograph records my spontaneous performance within the composition allowing for both the carefully planned and the accidental.