For a time after moving to Cincinnati, I felt caught between belonging. There were moments I'd round a street corner and catch a glimpse of Kentucky, and occasionally the lamplight at a local coffee house would start to look like sitting in a close friends car with the driver's side door ajar. These moments became my "almost homes." I found that the longer I lived here, the more I gravitated to these 'both' or 'inbetween' places, with the car door lighting and Kentucky corners. 

This body of work brings a younger version of me into these almost homes, both of us now experiencing the world around us for the first time in much the same way. An odd thing about getting older is feeling