In 2025, my son asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up.
At 50, the question stumped me.

Amid a resurgence of grunge fashion and aesthetics, I found myself drawn back to the raw beginnings of my artistic practice, still life photography.  While searching through old photo props, my son uncovered my set of pink cowboy toys.

They had once been central to my work in the late 1990s and 2000s.

Seeing them again, through his hands, I began to reconsider not just the objects, but the memories attached to them. With time, I’ve come to understand that memory is not fixed, it bends, reconstructs and mythologizes.

Now, I return to the cowboy figure as both subject and symbol, exploring the space between personal memory and collective myth, between what was, what is remembered and what has been imagined.