My work has dealt with personal territory for years, often in response to the domestic space. Most recently, I find that my experience living in a small mill town in Southwest Michigan permeates my consciousness. The landscape of the community is saturated with evidence of past hopes for prosperity- rusted and rotting abandoned rail with grass growing knee high, former right of way returned to the wild, and an abandoned mill with a footprint that covers more than half of downtown. I am drawn out of the interior to investigate a new sense of place.
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Plainwell Paper Mill, 2008
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