laying in the in-between

“…the woods are lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.”

I did not grow up where I was born. I did not live where I grew up. And I am leaving where I have lived. Home for me is not a place, but a compilation of memories. Running back and forth from the waves of the ocean, walking on the streets of asphalt staring at the sky of brick buildings, standing silently to take in the depth of the prairie. I have moved from the South to the Midwest, further north, returning south, and don't know where my feet will land next. While I know a new season is coming, I do not know where my feet will land, and amiss the anxiety, excitement, and fear of what comes next, I am finding myself finding hope in the in-between. In these moments, I am filled with the memories of places and spaces and emotions of past moments that I was able to just be, exist with my feet on the ground and feel my heartbeat and breathe.

This ongoing multimedia series explores what it means to be "in-between" and explores all the encompassing emotions within it. I bring back old works, symbols, artworks into new contexts and pursue new media to bring about new artworks touching on the joy, apprehension, hope, grief, introspection, and the love of just being. These works are in a broad sense love letters to where I have been, the people who have walked with me, and to where I am going.