In the summer of 2014, I cradled a puppy named Grover in my arms. My husband and I made a 12-hour ride home with our new baby. We became an instant family on that ride. Grover was the final piece in the puzzle of all-the-things-I-knew-I-wanted. Love and family take many forms. There is an ideal portrayal of what the American family is. My family is not that. Still, I find all the joys, vulnerabilities, and daily routines that come with building the conventional idea of family also exists in my little trio of eight legs. I was once alone listening for my small voice amidst the chatter of a larger world. Now I am part of a tribe, the big voice in my little world.
The work-in-progress series, My Tribe is a Fortress, is an ode to my family. The images are my gratitude, my fears, and my pride. It is difficult to see what a thing is when you’re standing in the middle of it. So I illustrate my life in fantastical tableaus I can hold in my hands to gaze upon that which I cannot see from the inside.