There is a fundamental reason why we look at the sky with wonder and longing —for the same reason that we stand, hour after hour, gazing at the distant swell of the open ocean.
- Neil deGrasse Tyson
A current work in progress, The Distant Swell of the Open Ocean began with the death of the last member of the First Litter, my father’s three older siblings. With a twenty year age difference between the two youngest and three oldest, the First Litter were always seen as the formidable adults in the family. Without their presence - and their never ending, boundless resource of advice - the rest of us have been a little lost.
Pulling from family and personal archives, this body of work is a study in liminal space and the conversations and questions of those who are left behind. Their position, wherever it may be, and mine are separated by a boundary that I will not be able to clearly traverse. The emotions I am navigating as a result are as boundless as every empty space that I try to find my people in - the ocean, the stars, the space between breaths, and every bit in between.
