Finding the Light
I visited Mel during her final semester of grad school; I was anticipating my final year. Much of that time I spent with her in her studio. Sitting there together in silence or with her phone playing music. Mel focused on a task, her back facing me. The mirrors gave me a view of her from multiple angles. At this point in time, the space was getting crowded with work. I felt like I was taking up a lot of space, but when I looked at the photos, the space was larger than I remember. My memory of the place doesn’t match the photographs.