01/15/2026
coats of my grandmother / pt. 3
out of the clustered pile of personal pieces I sourced for this session, was serendipitously drawn to two coats that once belonged to my grandmother. I’ve barely worn them since she passed, but I’m painfully sentimental—so naturally I’ve held onto them for years hoping I’d find a way to wear them.
I haven’t lived in the town I grew up in for nearly twelve years, yet it still finds its way back into my work again and again—whether by intention or by accident.
charleston has been “home” for me the past seven years—long enough to see changes in both the landscape and myself.
when you stay in one place for a while, the things you once found novel can become easily overlooked. I’ve realized part of making art for me—especially as I age—is stopping to really *see* the place I’m standing in. I use the process to understand what it reflects to me and what I can reflect back to it.
without knowing, this was an exercise in allowing old things show me something new about myself and where I can go—in both place, self, and art.
