Love Letters Series

I’ve always found something so beautiful about decay. The patterns on broken windows, fading graffiti, vines grow lazily across the bricks, mushrooms breaking down last year’s logs - nature’s quiet resilience showing itself. Each minor detail is just a gentle reminder of how the world is still moving forward.

There’s a distinct nostalgia felt when looking at a vacant home, or driving by a defunct factory that I’m looking to capture. These hollow places were once so lively—a factory full of bustling workers chatting and fighting, an old farmhouse with a love story for the ages. Now they stand in disrepair, with only critters and ghosts to hear the stories that fill their walls.

I like to consider myself a bit of a memory keeper - spending my days collecting precious moments of sunlight, shadows, and spaces. My art is an attempt to preserve those memories - whether they are my own or are those left behind by others - and giving them tangible form for others to witness. It’s an act of reverence, a way of holding onto something precious before time inevitably carries it away.

I call this series my “Love Letters” as a way of holding their stories, keeping them safe before gentrification or time does away with them for good. These are my love letters to the human hands that built these structures, the conflict of man versus nature, and the passing of time itself.