This House Screams Like A Ghost

Sometimes you never know what you love until you you love it. But I should have known that old houses are in my blood, my parents flipped seven the first seven years of their marriage. And I can't even imagine living somewhere that isn't beautiful. At the core I think it always comes back to that gospel transition, that out of restoration is the desire to reclaim what's around you, driven as an aspect of appreciation for that love given you. Anyway I see love in the abandoned, and I make beautifying ghosts an art.