This show is not named after me.  I was a resident of the Port Providence neighborhood of Mont Clare until a hurricane caused irrevocable damage to the home I found for myself there.  I lost its peace.  I lost my sense of security.  After the hurricane, a subsequent divorce, and the arduous healing journey I’ve found myself on in the years since, I have taken on the name of my home to reclaim my story.  I have explored what the meaning that name holds through this body of work.

In the aftermath of the storm, when my world felt like it was whirling out of control and I had no outlet to process the waves of emotions rolling through me, I purchased a thrift-store camera to replace some of what I lost.  The lens had a narrow scope, and the film was slow to process.  I could focus on small moments of peace scattered through my days.  The camera reconnected me to what felt like truth in my nature, and it provided a way to be around friends - old and new - who buoyed me with community until I found my footing.  As my creative practice expanded, so did my perspective and capacity to stay present through adverse situations.  With a newfound clarity around my priorities, I have held onto my roots in the arts, nature, and fostering a supportive community here in Phoenixville.