May Return For It


When I was just six years old, I realized that I didn't belong anywhere. I learned that I could lose anything I loved and that the people who loved me could abandon me. It took me years to piece myself back together and dust off the debris that had settled on me, but I am intimately familiar with what it means to be abandoned. Just like you. This collection is a reflection of myself in abandoned objects - objects that I understand perfectly.

Taxi Driver

Red Woman



Ordinary Man

Religious Poor