Coastlines are forever transforming. The coastline that I once walked and claimed for my own in Scituate, Massachusetts is becoming unrecognizable, just as I become unrecognizable from who I once was (and who I once knew) as a kid.

“Ode to Peggotty” is a self-portrait of my childhood as it is eroded away by the Atlantic.

I made a series of five progressively distorted screen prints of photographs that my mother took of “our” beach during my childhood. On the reverse side, each page has a handwritten original poem.

The paper is handmade from phragmites grasses that I harvested from the marsh just down the street from where I grew up.

Phragmites down the street from my childhood home