Ohio
This work is a sentimental reflection of nostalgia I have for my childhood as well as an admission of the remorse I feel for moving away. Set against the backdrop of a proud cultural landscape built on the value of work, then abruptly abandoned, what remains is a community of memory that deteriorates more with each passing generation.
Every year, I return to visit my family, examine the environment and evaluate what is left, along with what was lost. For those who remain resilient and unwilling, or unable to pull up their roots, the toil of uncertainty displaces the work that was once abundant in this place I still call home.