It’s never easy to say goodbye to the places and people that have structured our lives. After my parents’ deaths, I was left with their physical possessions (including their home and photographs) and my recollections of our lives together. In this series, I’ve expressed my farewell to my beloved childhood home by projecting my family’s photos onto the walls of the house. By juxtaposing the projected images onto the home’s surfaces, I have unearthed 60 years of memories engrained into the confines of our home.
My parents lived in this house their entire married lives, from their 20s to their 80s, and provided me a stable foundation for my upbringing. Saying goodbye to their home was also saying goodbye to them. While some memories may be fading, my formative experiences are rooted and intertwined within this dwelling. Even as the rooms are literally whitewashed in preparation for new owners, my memories still continue to resonate within its walls.