In Passing

In-Passing began in 2015, the year I birthed my first son and lost my own mother to illness.
At first, it provided a form of therapeutic outlet for a new reality that didn’t feel like my own. It has since become a long-running commentary, a visceral account of the chaos and intimacy of the familial space during my children’s formative years, heavily saturated by the unravelling departure of who I once was and the metamorphosis of self that being a mother requires of me.
Arranged non-sequentially this narrative skews time and swells back and forth from the more readily observed challenges and experiences of new motherhood and into the now enduring role that will define so much of the rest of my own life as I observe their trickling growth away and outward into independence.

With regular references to mortality and renewal, each image tells of a particular stage in the cycle of my children's development and our relationship, and when viewed together offers a reflection into the complexities and emotional landscapes of a mother within the familial universe.