murmurations (of time)

Howth, Ireland) I have been thinking about how time passes, how things fall apart, crumble, vanish and eventually are swept away. And about flight, where does the soul when it leaves its earthly life? “murmurations (of time)” takes its inspiration from its definition, a noun referring to the action of murmuring and also to a flock of starlings. My Mother’s, my Uncle’s and my Aunt’s passings, all within two years..all I have left are my memories and my photographs.

(Not one) Bridge

Invited artist: Sonali Gulati

When my partner and I got together nine years ago, we were not quite in the same place about wanting to have a child. This is a bridge that my partner and I built together last year and it rests on a stream in our backyard. This is also a bridge where our 4-year old son loves to run back and forth. This is not one bridge.