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Your hometown is not just a place you were raised, but a frame of mind that stays with you as you grow.  I know my hometown has molded the way that I see the world, and even as my viewpoints change, where my thoughts begin is still the same.

I feel the Syracuse winter in my bones.  I can feel the cold, and the emptiness of quiet streets dark at 5pm. The beautiful solitude of an area leaves much time for introspection, and I can see how this has molded my art practice.

I hope that this body of work portrays my love for a place, and the quiet loveliness that is Syracuse, New York.