I spent the summer after my father’s death cleaning out the contents of my childhood home. There was a dense accumulation of objects set aside for over 50 years. My dad had kept everything -- every birthday card I had ever given him, every drawing that I had made for him, every letter I had sent him. Going through his papers and inventories, I discovered a man I had never known.
After the months-long process of disclosure, discard, and distribution, I selected a few items to take – my mother’s china and crystal, a simple table from grandpa’s farm, a paisley shirt my dad wore in the 60’s, and the sweet, long-ago-forgotten dollhouse that I played with as a young child.
My childhood home was emptied, sold to a developer, and razed. And I began to photograph the doll house, vacant and neglected -- as enigmatic interiors quiet within a world of mysterious exterior narratives. (BH)
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