I look for beauty in the unexpected.
Growing up with a hoarder was difficult and against my nature. After my mother’s death, I was tasked with cleaning up the situation she’d lovingly amassed. Photographing the stages of my process helped to diffuse my anger and see this accumulation in different ways. The experience was sad, often surprising, sometimes shocking, absurd, and occasionally humorous; all of which I’ve tried to convey in these photographs. Some arrangements existed, some I assembled, and others just randomly occurred as a part of the process. In contrast to the reality of disarray and grime, my prints of these images are meant to reveal a sense of curation amongst the chaos and to feel precious, rather than journalistic.