“He walked out in the gray light and stood and he saw for a brief moment the absolute truth of the world. The cold relentless circling of the intestate earth. Darkness implacable. The blind dogs of the sun in their running. The crushing black vacuum of the universe. And somewhere two hunted animals trembling like ground-foxes in their cover. Borrowed time and borrowed world and borrowed eyes with which to sorrow it.”
- Cormac McCarthy, The Road
While travelling the backroads of the Southeast during a period of personal upheaval, I found a strange kinship in the shattered remains of abandoned places. In these ruins I saw my own post-apocalyptic landscape reflected back. Through the deliberate process of black and white film, I began documenting these vacated spaces as a way to process my own grief. This ongoing series explores the marks we leave and the stories that linger in the silence. It examines what remains after a period of profound change, both in the land and in ourselves. It is about finding quiet salvation in making art from the ruins..
