I have been consumed by the idea of home for most of my life. For as long as I could remember, I believed home to be a physical space, a space I would one day find or return to.
When I’d feel nostalgic for home, I’d recall people, scents, smiles, and feelings of connection. I became convinced that home was in the people I loved and I began documenting our relationships. Sometimes they would also photograph me, and together we share authorship over our story.
As the body of work progressed, I came to the realization that I can’t make homes out of people, until I have come home to myself.
The following are selected images from this larger body of work made up of 24 images.