Where my bed used to be 2008
Growing up my family and I would move around every couple of years until I was around six years old. After that I lived in the same house until I graduated from high school twelve years later. Throughout college I would spend less and less time at home and more time away at school.
Throughout my time growing up I watched as the house transformed over the years into many different versions. A room painted a different color, a ceiling sheet rocked, a remodeled kitchen, and finally an addition added on to the side of the house expanding it by about a third. As I spent less time away from home at school and then in my own apartment. The house started to get left alone for longer amounts of time, until it started to fall apart do to neglect.
I started photographing my childhood home in the hopes of keeping the memories that I hold in it alive for me. The images show a run down old house that is in desperate need of a make over. But they are so much more then that. The passage of time and evolution of spaces used for other purposes in the past. The photo Where my bed used to be shows a broken animal cage, and dirty damaged walls. But ten years ago before the addition was added to the house it was my somewhat cleaner bedroom, at least the walls where clean if nothing else.
People, places, and things will change over time. It is something everyone learns and grows accustomed to witnessing. Ten years down the road I want to be able to look at this photo and remember what it was like before my life got more complicated and expensive, before I grew up.
