Things change. I have pondered this transparent statement for many years. I visited an abandoned school 5 years ago. When I first entered the building, the first room I walked into was a small auditorium. I captured a few photographs during that visit. Five years later I visited the same school, but it looked and felt different. I captured a few photographs of my second visit to compare to the first. The differences are astounding. The photographs got me thinking about how much things change over time, more specifically how childhood innocence changes over time, or even fades away completely. These photographs represent how convoluted life can be as an adult. My objective is to compare the decay of old schools, to the loss of childlike innocence. I am depicting how time wears down the walls and floors of an old schoolhouse, just as the complexities of adulthood can wear down the body and soul.
One day I will return, and much like childhood, the schoolhouse will be gone.