Our City Is Gone
The photos were taken at Mardi Gras in 2001.
Four years later, I was beginning a graduate program in Wisconsin and unable to work as I watched New Orleans struggle under tides both organic and manufactured.
Sitting in a studio in the top of a tower, I revised this old work, and paired it with text from the emails a friend was sending out weekly to update everyone on her situation.
I made these pieces and never exhibited them. They were for me. They helped me process. They were therapeutic and personal. Ten years later, I feel like they deserve a small spot on the website.