HEALING BOXES - 2022

My brother died unexpectedly at the age of 52. It felt like a crumbling of my foundation. In the months after, I found myself creating altars in my studio. I filled old wooden crates with sentimental or symbolic objects… arranging them with care and reverence. I quickly realized it was helping me heal.

Over the fall, I spent many a quiet, beautiful hour arranging items delicately into boxes - honoring my brother and my own sense of loss. The boxes shown here are photographic representations of temporary boxes that are no longer… a reminder of how fleeting all of life is.