These untitled works are from an ongoing series I started last year when I returned to Western Massachusetts after living in Australia for twenty years. Back to my family of origin, the landscapes and seasons of my childhood, now with children of my own.

In some of the images, my kids and I wear the dresses that belonged to my mother and me when we were little. My godmother had kept them in a bag for years. These threads that have clothed my mother, then me, and now my kids, are a material symbol of the legacies of my family lineages, both treasured and traumatic, that pass through me to my children, like through a conduit.