Afterlife

Fragments of 10 years, low resolution copies of ideas that led me here. The title comes from Arcade Fire’s single of the same name. As I ventured into adulthood, losing my father, my home, and a sense of my identity, I felt like I was wandering through something beyond death. “Oh my god, what happens next.” But over ten years I was reanimated by the ambient beauty of my state, my city, and my relationships.

How I changed as I learned to photograph. From 17 to 27.
The old world fell away. It would not be seen as I wished to see it. Among these images are the lock to the door of my childhood home, and a grainy mobile sunset from my bedroom in Providence.
Fairytale of Rhode Island.
The state itself was so much a summer land that its winter snow banks seemed false memories.
Without money or obligations, we would climb to the tops of parking garages and simply look.
I learned my city like a lover, and discovered all of his angles.
And then I found the exit signs.
↑Back to Top