When my Mom died suddenly in 2013, I found myself overwhelmed by the need to keep even the most mundane of her belongings. But instead of providing comfort, they became a source of deep sadness and anxiety. The only way I could imagine moving past it all was to focus on how to interact with these objects cathartically.
In 2014, I quietly debuted this body of work on Instagram to diminish my own sentimentality and to reframe what exactly my Mom left behind. Each photograph is paired with an archival image that ultimately speaks to its subject.