For a time after moving to Cincinnati, I felt caught between belonging. I'd round a street corner and catch a glimpse of Kentucky, or occasionally the lamplight at a local coffee shop 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 towards these spaces with the car door lighting and Kentucky corners, in-between spots that felt like home, both here and there.  

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.