These are images from most of the places I have lived in. I have been documenting these places for years but there are so many gaps. Some of the oldest images I have are from the time when I was 12. I don’t have many pictures before that time period because my mom and I were pretty much homeless, going from place to place at that time.
I always shared a room with my mom. I left the apartment we lived in when I was 14 and have been on my own ever since. When I was putting all these images together I noticed that ever since I was little, putting images on my walls has been an important part of making a space feel like my own.
I think this was my way to make the places we lived in feel less empty and also a way to make spaces feel/look nice, despite the madness we were going through. I remember learning about Anne Frank when I was 7 years old and seeing pictures of the attic where Anne and her family went into hiding from the Nazis in 1942. It must have been a horrible thing to go through, hiding in an attic with 7 other people, not knowing how long they would have to hide or if they would get to live through the war. Years later I had the chance to visit that same attic and when I saw that she had placed all kinds of images, posters and photos on the walls of what used to be her room, It made total sense. I am convinced she was trying to find some sort of normality from the chaos and atrocities that were happening. That is a feeling I know very well. I think this is why to this day, I continue to put images all over my walls. It makes me feel that no matter where I go, or where I end up living, I can always make a space my own.
I like the fact that I am not in any of the pictures I am showing you here but you can still see “me” in all the shit I used to have, the colors I was into and the “altars” I made. In looking at these images, you might see something else that is a little bit more psychological/personal like the fact that for a long time, I tried to recreate that “princess room” I always wanted when I was little that my parents could never give me. Even in my early twenties, I had things in my apartment (like the white children’s vanity I bought at IKEA, or the pastel pink twin bed I bought when I was in college) that were more fit for a little girl and not someone who is 21. I’ve been through a lot of intense changes since then and its cool to see how those changes manifest through every space I’ve lived in.
This was my second studio. This was in Seattle and I lived here alone for about seven months in 2012.
CHICAGO - 2015-2016
New York City - 2016
HYDE PARK - 2019