The impetus for this work was found in the furnished vacation cabin that I rented in the mountains of North Carolina. The images are a reaction to the space, its furnishings and personal effects as well as a conversation with myself about loss. While I lived in this cabin, my father died. It was a devastating loss that capped off what seemed to me to be a decade of devastating losses — my mother, my marriage, my home, and my sense of self. I was unmoored in a sea of grief and meaninglessness. The title, Vessel of Absence relates to the objects and lives that were contained within that house and that are now absent. It also captures how I felt at the time; like a vessel for absence.
