In 2016, Bernie Sanders’ Art & Culture Outreach team flew me to Des Moines, Iowa and we didn’t know what would happen next—would the campaign continue, or not? It continued. I ended up traveling with his campaign to Iowa, New Hampshire, Nevada, California, New York, Kentucky, Georgia and probably some states I can’t even remember. I was also running the Feminists for Bernie Instagram handle, and developed a passion for challenging the “Bernie Bro” narrative, which I never witnessed through my lens at the rallies (which were never televised). I would look in all directions and see all walks of human life reflected before my eyes, each of them beautiful and full of hope.
In the summer / fall of 2014, I returned to my hometown of Salem, New York as an artist in residence at Salem Art Works. I hadn’t spent time in Salem in seven years, and it was a surreal experience to return as an outsider. With a Hasselblad 500CM in hand, I wandered the same streets, crossed paths with old friends and family, and went to the same county fair that I visited each summer as a kid. Each day was an exercise in trying to connect the dots—an attempt to process the place I called home for 18 years, and my family for at least four generations. I imagined returning the following year to continue this project, but became sick with Lyme disease and life took a different direction (The Quiet Epidemic). If the muse strikes, I would like to return…