
The door a few down from my mom's. The oldest records for this stretch of houses are from the 1590's because previous ones were destroyed when the town was sacked a couple decades before.


This window is in a beautiful building in the village my mom lives in, it was abandoned 19 years ago.
In my art I like to use images from my life and the places I’ve explored. Damaged old buildings evoke so many emotions, and questions.
This piece is not finished but I haven’t figured out where to go with it next.