As a child, my room was furnished with my great grandmother’s furniture: specifically a diminutive vanity and chest of drawers. This set is now in my parents’ guest room.
During my last visit to my parents’ house, I was folding laundry in the guest room and noticed my reflection. How many hours had I spent observing myself in this same mirror? How many hours had my great grandmother?
Selfies make me uncomfortable. It was hard to lower the camera to attempt a self-portrait, but I wanted to capture this moment of reflection.
In so many ways I still feel like a child, like the baby girl in the picture hanging behind me.
This chest of drawers has lived more life than I have.
Collecting objects, scars and memories.
I just make believe I’m older by posing in the mirror.