When I was 11, my family moved into an abandoned schoolhouse in rural Colorado - an area called Thatcher. My parents attempted to renovate the space and turn it into a livable, artistic home to raise children. We didn't have plumbing, central heat, or full electricity for the 6 years I lived there. My parents' hoarder tendencies grew out of control, isolated from society with a huge building to fill.

In 2013, my mother was in a bicycle accident and suffered severe brain damage. I came home to help take care of her, and realized I needed to take care of things within myself. After nearly a decade away, I decided to come back to Thatcher, spend time alone in the building, and creating art from the things my parents had collected over the years. Disconnected from phone and internet, I was left to my own devices in the deep silence of the space. These photos are from my time there, capturing the beauty of an abandoned and decaying building and the natural wonder of the prairie.