Childhood

I have a clear memory from when I was about 8 or 9, skinned knees and dirt under my fingernails from spending the day in my family’s yard. I’d dug up dirt enough to get to the clay beneath, created my own imaginary world between the trees in the front yard, made little habitats for the worms I’d find, and even got my brother outside long enough to play a game. I stood at the end of my driveway, sun still directly over head, thinking about how this day would never end. Nowadays, I could never say the same. I wish for days to be longer and my imagination to be stuck outdoors.

This project brings back elements of my own childhood nostalgia that we all can share. This experimental roll of film was soaked in hot water with dandelion, clover, acorns, gumballs, purple deadnettle, and yellow woodsorrels — all plants that remind me of spending endless days outside, not yet knowing how quickly life would move as I got older.