Feeling overwhelmed by dramatic events taking place in my life, I decided not to leave my home and to stay in the safety and gentleness of my cabin in the woods at the foot of the Catskill Mountains. The desire I once had to make portraits left me because I was on shaky ground with the external world and it’s people.  The chaos outside actually, on better days, helped me to find the calm within myself. I photographed the objects that I live with, many of them old, (remnants, chipped cups, old glass), because I like things from the past and marvel at their imperfections and ability to survive. The act of making this work pulled me through a very difficult time. My state of fragility allowed for a greater sensitivity to beauty and detail, giving these delicate objects gravity. As those events have passed I now still stay home, but not out of fear or the necessity to protect but rather to uncover the meanings and possibilities of being a still life photographer.