My parents were both minimalist artists in the 1960s and 70s. When they had children, their focuses shifted away from large-scale artwork toward writing. But their aesthetics continued to manifest in the home I grew up in – every piece of furniture, every painting on the wall, every window-frame, every plate or countertop made reference to minimalist art.
My father died earlier this year, but my mother reminds me that each time I make a piece of art he is there. Turning my camera on the walls and surfaces of his home to produce new works of photographic minimalism pays homage to the deep impact that both the man and the movement have had on my artistic life.