For this year's Utata Big Project, I let myself amble wistfully down the lanes of what might have been. Each "portrait" is a piece of clothing I would've worn to an event now cancelled by COVID. I am absent in the photos just as I will be absent in real life. The dress form is the framework for a memory that will never exist, the images softly layered atop it stand-ins for a scene that will never be. I love clothes and curate them carefully; I am mourning a life they will never have as well as the lost bits of my own.
