Returning Home
(2020)
As the pandemic struck our country, I returned to my childhood home, and to the bubble, I thought I had burst when I step forth to Wellesley. Being trapped inside feels a little nostalgic. Most of my youth was spent isolated and alone, this house a cell that I’ve long outgrown. But now that I’ve unexpectedly returned, I’ve begun to revisit the memories etched into the foundations of the house I call home,
In this collection of images (ordered to imitate the passing of one long day), I reminisce over the familiar people, places, and things in order to look closer and see them in a new light.
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Returning Home
(2020)
As the pandemic struck our country, I returned to my childhood home, and to the bubble, I thought I had burst when I step forth to Wellesley. Being trapped inside feels a little nostalgic. Most of my youth was spent isolated and alone, this house a cell that I’ve long outgrown. But now that I’ve unexpectedly returned, I’ve begun to revisit the memories etched into the foundations of the house I call home,
In this collection of images (ordered to imitate the passing of one long day), I reminisce over the familiar people, places, and things in order to look closer and see them in a new light.
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