There is always the impulse to revert to the familiar, an urge to evade or at the very least temporarily defer from the uncertainty ahead.

I have spent the past four months in Providence, inhabiting the same spaces I have for the past four years. But these last four months have been exactly that—the last.

My anxieties about the end in concert with a pressing desire to leave with some sort of tangible and tactile record have materialized as a body of portraits.

The intimacy of the moments isolated in these portraits evokes a fragility that speaks to this process of leaving.