Grandpa’s Glass began with the discovery of a stack of glass my grandfather salvaged, stacked, and stored for some unknown project or purpose. Some twenty years after his passing a few of these panes of glass made their way to me, touched by time, and yet exactly as he had stored them. As I began using these panes of glass in my photography, their meaning became an homage to a man, as well as a challenge to give the physical objects he left behind a new life.
A common thread in most of my photographs is an element of abandonment, neglect, and overlook. The glass panes certainly are all of these, but in some ways, so was the man who is the inspiration. The resulting images rely heavily on symbolism and memory as tools to say what words cannot.