I grew up in a series of small towns in the Hudson River Valley region of New York. My parents bought their first home when I was in Middle school. My parents and I lived on one half, and they rented out the other half. Since I moved out, the last tenant also left, and instead of finding new tenants, my mom slowly moved into the other half of the house. The division of the house and the decay that the structure began to undergo over the last decades become a visual symbol of my parent's crumbling marriage, struggle to try and stay in the middle class, and battles with addiction. In the more recent past, my mom moved to San Francisco to spend her final days with her old hippy friends in Haight Ashbury, and my dad left alone, lost the house and his life to addiction. My inheritance is documented in the objects left behind and included here in photographic form, creating an object portrait of my father.
