I was born with a revolutionary heart. This wild and unruly truth certainly delivers lofty highs and maddening lows. Born in a rural Midwest town, this certainly wasn’t the mold and all this dreaming certainly raised plenty of questions. To this I say, the road has always risen to meet me in this grand gesture of living; I have learned to find a home within myself; the world is full of brilliant illuminating details, and I want to taste them all. Planting furniture in landscapes seems to be the only way I know how to express this story: a welcome gesture into my family room, a catalog of my travels, and a tiny nod to my first photo job in Cincinnati, Ohio.
I set out down the Pacific Coast Highway for Thanksgiving Break 2020. We were in the middle of a pandemic, and I was a long way from home. I found comfort in the road and drank a bit more from the brilliance of the California coast.
