My work stems from the loss of both my mother and father due to
smoking-related cancers in February of 2013. Their passing left a deep
void in my life that led to my interest in Memento Mori, remembering
that one day you will die, and a reinvestigation of my own childhood
trauma, abuse, and mortality. Through these investigations I came to
terms with the trauma of my childhood and the lack of memories I
actually have. Picture frames are usually reserved for those most
cherished of memories: a family outing, birthdays, weddings, or
holiday get-togethers. They rarely encapsulate the most influential
events: a death in the family, trauma, or abuse. 
My work seeks to investigate these moments as they force us to make
decisions, decisions that lead to life-changing events. We either rise to
the occasion or sink into despair. Pulling from the ideation of
mourning jewelry, hair wreaths, and Victorian sitting rooms, my work
mimics and encapsulates trauma within the fragility of paper.