I moved back in with my family after being independent for many years. While I returned home many times, I never stayed long-term. Currently living in my childhood home, I’ve become nostalgic, my once disillusioned attitude towards my family became compassionate. Looking through childhood photos, I had forgotten what love felt like before it started to hurt. Now older, I can see how much love is present in my family but what pains me, pains my mother, and her mother. I wonder if it pained us in a past life.
With this series I wanted to combine my interest in past lives and the repetitive yet unexpected nature of printmaking. It gave me the space to process my thoughts about the future, memories of where I've come from, and where I want to go