With my exhibition, my goal was to bring the viewer inside my family’s home and experience how we have lived the last year of our lives with a different closeness. I wanted to take the perspectives of my family members in our home’s kitchen, and allow them to dictate the pace for each separate photograph, capturing them candidly through photojournalism.
Through this body of work, I not only hoped to achieve that sense of closeness in my family, but wanted to show the importance of our kitchen in our home, and how it shapes our family’s interactions. I wanted to convey my personal recognition of familial connections, but also subtly show the toll that quarantine and isolation have had on all of us.
I chose to use photography because of its connection to reality, and how easily I can express different emotions through usage of photojournalism. I had more freedom and range through using this medium, too, because of how quickly I can capture different moments.
I chose the kitchen as the centerpiece of our house unintentionally. I first began with the familial concept of our home and shared spaces, and the kitchen followed, as I found myself taking most of my images from in there. It presented as a bit of a challenge to get off the ground, because of the excessive absence of light that it has. It was also difficult to make myself shoot a variety of subjects, and not to just fall back on whoever remained in the kitchen at the time. With the finished artworks for my exhibition, I wanted them to feel familiar and friendly, but also tell a full year’s story from my point of view. I took the essentially establishing image of the kitchen and made it a touch bigger than the rest of the photographs so it could once again become the centerpiece. Then I took the rest of the images and placed them neatly above or below the bigger image to once again enforce that feeling of coming together around a common setting. I wanted the kitchen’s importance to be obvious, but figuring out what the rest of it all means would be later to follow.
My initial inspiration came from Kirsten Lewis, a family photographer who uses her photojournalism skills to capture families candidly, and in the moment. I wanted to use her inspiration to my advantage by later making my photos black and white, because I wanted the people and setting in the pictures to be the only focal points. I’m happy with the result that followed with her inspiration, because it was one of the leading factors that pushed me to only focus on one location for the shoots.
This photo of a tea kettle on the stove I feel resembles my entire family’s emotional state through quarantine. My mother’s arm reaches to take it off the burner, just as the steam comes rushing out, essentially comforting it like she would her own children. The whine of a tea kettle is no louder than a whine of protest from a family member, but in its softness, we learn to be more grateful for the things we entered the pandemic with.
This photo was taken of my mom completing some daily tasks in our family’s kitchen. She recently lost her job due to COVID-19, and has now become a stay at home mom. I wanted to capture some of the things she has taken up to keep herself busy, but show them in a way that feels foreign to her. I hoped to display that sense of loneliness and need for direction that my mom might be searching for.
I took this photo of the kitchen after entering one day and seeing a pot with a letter stuck inside. The letter was addressed to my mom, and it was a “thank you” card, after my mom had brought a neighbor some soup during the winter storm. I believed a letter like that could symbolize how our family’s kitchen belongs no only to my own family, but to everyone who passes by.
This photo of my brother, Fletcher, is one I felt best encapsulates layers of his personality. He stands at the window above the sink where harsh sunlight washes over his face, revealing his lackluster expression. He doesn’t care enough about what he’s doing to put energy into a smile, but he feels safe and comfortable.
This photo of my mother placing dishes in the dishwasher I think still captures that feeling of restlessness that she bears across the exhibition. She’s still dressed in full rain gear, ready to drop everything and leave the house if need be. I played with the angle of this photo to frame my mom higher than the viewer’s eye, to provide her with that sense of power and control that she is otherwise lacking.
This photo of my dad cooking came with a new perspective, as now my mom can be seen behind him, which adds to the feeling of separation. The lighting in the kitchen is also brighter on her, placing a spotlight effect on her, and leaving my dad more in the dark.
I took this photo of my dad cooking in the kitchen, because I feel the kitchen best represents our family, as it is one of our most frequented places in the house. I wanted to capture him cooking, but still have him separated from the rest of my family members to depict the feeling of quarantine isolation, even during an active holiday season.