Vanessa Fischer

With very little warning, my father sold my childhood home. One month before, I felt compelled to photograph it, to capture its transformation from a place of comfort to an unkempt and overgrown home with a heavy resonance of loss. My mom had passed away seven years earlier, yet a sudden feeling of abandonment grew within the spaces in my childhood home. I photographed the walls that still clung onto my mother’s framed paintings, where I saw the framed glass reflect the bodies of family members who lingered about. Looking at the windows and puddles around the property they reflected a stillness for me to remember life as it was. This focus blurs the lines of how I saw my childhood home a month before it was sold and how I remembered it from the years past. 

 

For this project I used the alternative photographic process Vandyke Brown.