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My work documents a running interior monologue about the love and heartbreak of family and the loaded space that is home. I get lost in the light that slices through the rooms of my house. I follow it as it distorts and disorients—as it reveals and conceals the spaces of my life and the figures passing through them. With its courage I tell stories with a blatant disregard for what is and is not allowed to be seen.
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