ALEXANDRA DEFURIO
Fault Lines
After losing my mother to the darkness of Alzheimer’s disease and enduring the loss of a long term relationship, my sense of home and belonging was shaken. Feeling like a walking ghost, I took notice of and resonated with the abandoned houses in my new neighborhood; spaces in transition, overtaken by the wild, existing among the ordinary - or what was left of it during the pandemic. I processed my grief by exploring these places in solitude, I would disappear for hours with my camera into the stillness and there I found healing within my own interiors. These houses informed me of the beauty amongst the ashes, conveyed that life always pushes us forward, that new growth is inevitable and there is a message in what was lost.
