When I first moved into my current apartment I was struck by the strangeness of being in a new place that I knew would come to feel like home, eventually. This always happens. I particularly remember waking up in the morning after that first night and thinking how odd many of my possessions looked in the new setting. It’s as if none of it belonged to me, the place or the things. In this way moving can be a bit of an emotional mixed bag…. an exciting new start, an opportunity to see things differently, or depressing, and alienating, and if your like me it’s always a little of both. So from there–laying in bed–I decided to make a series of pictures to help familiarize myself with the room where I’d be spending many many hours over the next days, weeks, and months.