Repair, 2018
Repair, 2018
Stay Strong, 2017
Stay Strong, 2017

As I wait for my Dad to pick me up from therapy, across the street is where I pick up my depression meds. I pass a pillar with the words “Stay Strong” written on it. My dad is also picking up medicine for his injured shoulder. In more ways that one, I am my father’s son.

Post Box, 2017
Post Box, 2017

I used to work at a post office in 2016. During my commute in 2017, I would pass this post box.

Forest for the Trees, 2017
Forest for the Trees, 2017

 I have been parking here when I go to therapy and it’s a scene that doesn’t necessarily change but If I have a bad session or good session it’s something I’m looking at as a sit in my car.

Father, 2015
Father, 2015

My dad right after he got up from eating but more importantly, this was before politics consumed his life.

5PM News, 2017
5PM News, 2017

My Dad in his chair watching the news. It’s almost a daily ritual for him at this point. He and I differ politically and it has put somewhat of a strain on our relationship.

Mother, 2015
Mother, 2015

My mom has strong ties with religion as well as her being an important figure in my life. She came from a matriarchal family and is shown to be the matriarch in my patriarchal family. 

Pour Out, 2017
Pour Out, 2017

Brandon pouring out the vodka is in the sense of him changing as person. It’s a ironic because he doesn’t necessarily drink but he has made some big progress on what he wants to do with his life and he’s making a lot of bold choices which I began noticing around that day.

Therapy Office, 2017
Therapy Office, 2017

What I am greeted with when I leave therapy.

Dog Days, 2015
Dog Days, 2015

Patricia and Bambi. Patricia is an old friend of mine and unfortunately Bambi passed away when she ran away the following year.

Oil Tank, 2013
Oil Tank, 2013

The irony of a oil tank in the snow.

Parked Boat, 2013
Parked Boat, 2013

An old best friend and I would go out into the Hudson for sailing trips and between 2010-2013. That friend and I don’t talk anymore.

Therapy, 2017
Therapy, 2017

As I enter this room I spill my secrets and worries as a white noise speaker drones outside of these walls.

Repair, 2018
Stay Strong, 2017
Post Box, 2017
Forest for the Trees, 2017
Father, 2015
5PM News, 2017
Mother, 2015
Pour Out, 2017
Therapy Office, 2017
Dog Days, 2015
Oil Tank, 2013
Parked Boat, 2013
Therapy, 2017
Repair, 2018
Stay Strong, 2017

As I wait for my Dad to pick me up from therapy, across the street is where I pick up my depression meds. I pass a pillar with the words “Stay Strong” written on it. My dad is also picking up medicine for his injured shoulder. In more ways that one, I am my father’s son.

Post Box, 2017

I used to work at a post office in 2016. During my commute in 2017, I would pass this post box.

Forest for the Trees, 2017

 I have been parking here when I go to therapy and it’s a scene that doesn’t necessarily change but If I have a bad session or good session it’s something I’m looking at as a sit in my car.

Father, 2015

My dad right after he got up from eating but more importantly, this was before politics consumed his life.

5PM News, 2017

My Dad in his chair watching the news. It’s almost a daily ritual for him at this point. He and I differ politically and it has put somewhat of a strain on our relationship.

Mother, 2015

My mom has strong ties with religion as well as her being an important figure in my life. She came from a matriarchal family and is shown to be the matriarch in my patriarchal family. 

Pour Out, 2017

Brandon pouring out the vodka is in the sense of him changing as person. It’s a ironic because he doesn’t necessarily drink but he has made some big progress on what he wants to do with his life and he’s making a lot of bold choices which I began noticing around that day.

Therapy Office, 2017

What I am greeted with when I leave therapy.

Dog Days, 2015

Patricia and Bambi. Patricia is an old friend of mine and unfortunately Bambi passed away when she ran away the following year.

Oil Tank, 2013

The irony of a oil tank in the snow.

Parked Boat, 2013

An old best friend and I would go out into the Hudson for sailing trips and between 2010-2013. That friend and I don’t talk anymore.

Therapy, 2017

As I enter this room I spill my secrets and worries as a white noise speaker drones outside of these walls.

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