Sleeve On My Heart

I endured an uncelebrated winter: half buried in wall-to-wall, kneeling under ceilings within reach. These images are moments from my orbit through the slowest days and coldest nights, surrounding myself with what matters most. A frozen Christmas tree in exile, the hum of a cycling mug being radiated, a midnight date with Taco Bell in my ’98 Corolla, my beloved refugee in a temporary bed, and a new family finds its beginning. I’ve documented this anti-fantasy, and I’m almost done.