AFTERMATH SERIES
WHERE ARE THE UGLY PICTURES?
As a photographer, I’ve spent most of my career looking deeply into the spaces we inhabit and exploring the idea of home. But at the age of thirty-one, a diagnosis of breast cancer forced me to redefine my thinking. Faced with the nihilistic process of radical chemotherapy and surgery, my ideas of where I existed turned inward. As the treatment broke down the physical structure in which I lived, the relationship between the cellular self and the metaphysical self became glaringly clear. Nobody else was present when these pictures were made—just my dissolving ideas of self and a camera.