Inspirations & Thoughts
When we stayed in Sorrento, our bedroom had a view of Mt. Vesuvius. Every morning when we woke up, Sam would look at it and say “that’ll kill ya.” Shortly after the fire — our fire — I began to see our house as my personal Pompeii.
Fire may not be alive, but it brought an organic, living quality to many parts of our house. These soffits descended from their home along the edge of our house, almost as though they were trying to escape. And maybe they were. Out of control fire has a tendency to...
We had a good number of photos around the house. Not as many as I would have liked (I’ve always had a hard time “finalizing” a piece for hanging), but the ones that were up there were some of my favorites.
Photo paper does better with heat than regular paper. But only slightly.
When you see a fire on television, it focuses on the dramatic destruction and chaos it brings in the moment. But that moment of flash and flame is just a moment. When the soot settles and the water dries, that’s where the damage starts.
On February 4, 2016, we went grocery shopping. We bought a pineapple.
On February 5, 2106, our pineapple was roasted, but we couldn’t eat it. We had a house fire that changed the way we live and the way we look at our lives. I channeled the grief and frustration I felt into creativity, and the shell that was our home became a still life subject for a new photo project.