Warmth

 

“And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.”
― Anaïs Nin

A couple years ago I started to slowly collect individual pieces of the world around me. The orange placed before me for breakfast, I took a photograph before I ate it. The leftover flowers from a friend's wedding were quickly shot the day after. The empty nut found while walking my dog, captured and left in its place. 

Warmth started out with me just wanting to make something for the sake of making something beautiful. Over the years, however, it grew into a self-portrait, only a portrait made of the things I encountered. To me, it reads similarly to counting the rings on a tree, as generally, I can remember where and when I was when I photographed each piece.

After working on the project irregularly, in the early winter of 2016, I finished; almost 2 years after starting.