An exercise in self awareness - the more I focused on the often-overlooked garage, the more I noticed aspects of the broader home itself and nuances I would have normally glossed over. In much of this series, the small details that don’t really need to be there, become a touch that is in fact, necessary.

Often a place of solace and safe keeping (and an often-overlooked aspect of architecture), many neighborhoods and home styles are characterized by their garage details and surrounding elements. Through its forms, colors and shapes, one can gleam characteristics of the home owner as well as the neighborhood of which it resides.

All are 18” x 24’ professionally printed on watercolor paper and inspired by the photography of local artists including Daniel Peterson and Mandy Roosa, and Oh.Hey.Beauty. Email to inquire about availability.

Love Haight

In this piece, inspired by the photography of Daniel Petersen from San Francisco, CA, I became obsessed with the minimal detail, the pop of color, and the perceived distance where the hint of trees cast their shadows against the building facade. Shadows continue to become more prevalent in my work, as they not only outline the primary subject of which is casting them, but also provide a measurement of distance and perception. The limited detail exists in the foliage and subsequent outline agains the backdrop, which also evokes a sense of seasonality (summer), and the often overlooked beauty in simple architecture
and color.

Hoop

Nothing inspires childhood nostalgia like a basketball hoop over the garage. And it’s amazing how many of these I didn’t notice until I started this project.

A symbol of play, innocence and fantasy, the hoop represents youth and a coming of age, as kids start measuring their growth by how close to the rim they can get, or whether they can touch the net. The higher you jump, and the more you grow, the closer you are to the elusive dunk (even though it usually remains elusive, as was in my case). Then there comes a day when you stop heading outside to shoot, you stop jumping, start caring less, and you realize you’re not a kid anymore. Regretfully. So the kids out there- and adults (ME) for that matter - never stop jumping and reaching, no matter how far the rim seems to be.

The Great Highway, San Francisco

A few elements struck me about this piece-

First the proximity one feels to the beach without actually seeing, well, the beach. Second, the clouds that sit low, still giving way to the sun and shadows it casts. Finally, the sidewalk weeds that almost felt as if they had been planted- unnoticed, but beautiful in their own right.