My fascination with homes began with my mother, who was drawn to every construction site and open house like a moth to light. She would envision how new owners might inhabit the spaces, imagining lives yet to unfold within those walls.

Homes are intimate expressions of their inhabitants—we live in them, and they live in us. My photographs explore this reciprocal relationship, capturing the presence of owners when they’re absent, or their lingering essence when they’re gone forever. I see ghosts in these images—not supernatural apparitions, but emotional imprints. My grandfather sits in his lawn chair drinking his wine after dinner; my parents occupy their living room; childhood memories play out in backyards. Though these people are no longer here, they persist in the spaces they once inhabited.

These occupied homes feel abandoned, as if their residents fled some invisible apocalypse. Yet I see them everywhere—in favorite chairs and personal objects that hold their stories. These photographs reveal the presence of absence, exploring how memories and spirits inhabit physical spaces long after the inhabitants have departed or seemingly disappeared.