Chesterfield, Virginia is a large suburban county just outside of the state's capital, Richmond. This is the area in which I grew up and it is essentially a carbon copy of the majority of America's suburbs. Rooted with subdivisions where one house mocks the neighboring, and the infestation of shopping centers and outdoor malls all contain the same stores and restaurants as the next, the diversity and uniqueness is not quite as vast as I prefer to be surrounded by, and even those subtle unique characteristics are deteriorating to pave way for another subdivision of two-story homes and franchised restaurants. All considering, I knew from a young age that Chesterfield or Richmond may be where I am from, where I was raised, but it is not intended to be my home forever.
New York City has been my home since I moved here just one month prior to starting my freshman year of college at School of Visual Arts. New York City, a place where despite gentrification and the abundance of Starbucks and Chase banks, embodies diversity, vast artistic elements, and beautiful components in both the people and the little details hidden all around.
Directly influenced by my surrounds, including my past in suburbia, my present in the city, and any traveling around the country and world that I have experienced in between, I find the beauty of these places to be what navigates my visions and inspires me.
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