This project began in the days after my boyfriend’s grandmother passed away. She was the matriarch of the family, and her home on Raymond Ave.in San Francisco, where she lived for over 50 years, was more than just a house—it was a gathering place filled with love, family mementos, and generations of history.
At first, I documented the space as it was—a time capsule of her life, where every object carried a story. Later, as her belongings were removed, the emptiness revealed something deeper. The house became a reflection of absence, not just of her things, but of her role as the centerpiece of her family.
Raymond Ave. explores family history, loss, and the shifts that happen when a matriarch is gone. Her passing didn’t just mark the end of a life; it changed the dynamics of connection. This project remains in progress, a meditation on love, memory, and the quiet ways spaces hold the weight of our lives.
Raymond Ave
This project began in the days after my boyfriend’s grandmother passed away. She was the matriarch of the family, and her home on Raymond Ave., in San Francisco where she lived for over 50 years, was more than just a house—it was a gathering place filled with love, family mementos, and generations of history.
At first, I documented the space as it was—a time capsule of her life, where every object carried a story. Later, as her belongings were removed, the emptiness revealed something deeper. The house became a reflection of absence, not just of her things, but of her role as the centerpiece of her family.
Raymond Ave. explores family history, loss, and the shifts that happen when a matriarch is gone. Her passing didn’t just mark the end of a life; it changed the dynamics of connection. This project remains in progress, a meditation on love, memory, and the quiet ways spaces hold the weight of our lives.
Raymond Ave
