I was in my 20’s when my surgeries grew more severe. It took two full years to recover, isolated in my parent’s house in the Midwest.
Days blurred, and each passing silence made it harder to distract myself from the pain and isolation. My mind began to atrophy, my sense of time fuzzed from solitude. I was alone at my parent’s house, they were staying in California and I was too sick to leave the house. I was afraid I was starting to go insane.
The thing that brought me the most sense of security was my bedroom.
I still look back on those days with sadness and a sense of gratitude. In that bedroom, I found safety. Suffering somehow became a normal part of life, and I found comfort in that livable nightmare.
Seven years later, I created this series to showcase the happiness and comfort women find in their bedrooms. Safe from life’s misogynies and trials, away from the all-too-real horrors they face, my subjects are diverse, dynamic women. I am grateful and proud to photograph my subjects in their own cherished spaces, to share their relaxation, experience their warmth.
Bedrooms are our safe havens, and our subconscious speaks through the aesthetic of this most intimate space. Each choice is a reflection of how we view ourselves, how we view our world. Our bedrooms supply comfort, inspiration, nostalgia, practicality. Bedrooms are our reflection.