Where We Meet at 198 Lenox and Melrose | This project is a photojournalistic exploration of memory, family, and the home I left behind in Providence, RI. My childhood house was filled with contradictions: Pokémon cards scattered across the floor, rosaries hanging in unexpected places, and secrets hidden in every corner. It was where my mom hid her sexuality, my grandmother fought to hold onto her memory, me and my cousins yearned, and my father searched for something more.
I was seven when my mom and I left after my parents’ divorce, and now I’m left with fragments—the deer-shaped bush in the yard, the grapevines my grandmother and I tended, and the echoes of love and conflict. This isn’t a recreation of my home, but a reconstruction of what I remember it to be: a place of resilience, tenderness, and longing.