At first, staying in a hotel or motel alone felt lonely. Eventually it became an escape; a welcome period of solitude without any of the distractions and demands of daily life.
Inspired by a character in a favorite novel, I started making these photos as my interpretation of the story, and it evolved into work about my own memories and identity.
The anonymity I found in each hotel stay afford me time. Each instance of swiping a key card, the green light flashing enter, I crossed a threshold of possibility.
The androgyny of a hotel room and its contents created a perfect backdrop to examine, rediscover, and reclaim.
"The room is full of the particular silence that prevails in hotels, a tended silence, utterly unnatural, layered over a subterranean of creaks and gurgles, of wheels on carpet."