Project: Finding Newfoundland

In the heart of the home, where laughter once echoed and warmth radiated from every corner, there lies a poignant tale of loss waiting to be told through the lens of a camera.

The kitchen, with its worn-out floors and faded walls, serves as a silent witness to the passing of time and the weight of memories left behind.

Inspired by a single photograph captured in the stillness of my grandfather's kitchen in Botwood, Newfoundland - I am drawn to explore the essence of loss that lingers in the air, like a bittersweet melody that refuses to fade from so many homes in communities now abandoned to the wilderness of Newfoundland.

The image of a solitary chair at the table, a stark reminder of my grandfather's solitude in his final days at home, speaks volumes to me without uttering a single word. The empty space that once held the echoes of shared meals and cherished moments now stands as a testament to the passage of time and the inevitable cycle of life.

Through the lens of my camera, I seek to capture the essence of kenopsia, that bittersweet ache of a space once filled with life now haunted by absence. Each photograph a whispered elegy to the solitude that lingers in the corners, the shadows that dance across the walls. The echoes of laughter and the scent of home-cooked meals are but distant memories, fading like old photographs left to gather dust.