At some point in everyone’s life you have to leave the place you grew up.
I was confronted with this task when in August of this year my parent s announced they were moving at the end of the month. I had already been living on my own for about four years, but I still felt an intense attachment to the house and the surrounding woods.
This project was initially meant to be a documentation of the place where I spent a majority of my childhood as a means of closure, but I soon found myself feeling out of place as though I were trespassing on someone else’s property. This also became apparent in the photographs I was taking.
In the end, I had series of images that documented the process of alienation that occurs when you are no longer an important aspect of a place. The woods in which I had once felt intrinsically a part of, I am now left feeling like a stranger. I no longer belong in this place. lizziecuthbertson.com