15 years ago I started noticing and photographing empty pay phones.

I was drawn to these once significant lifelines that are now entirely obsolete.

They were hiding in plain sight around town, in airports, and on corners scattered around the world.

They were asking for a final portrait: A portrait of the lost dial tone and once-tethered communication.

Since I started this project, all the empty pay phones have disappeared.

The infrastructure we built around the landline remains but the subjects of this infrastructure are gone.

The empty shells that once stood are now a few ground bolts embedded in concrete.

Our homes once had a central point: a place filled with notes, phone books, and a rolodex.

These were our hubs of shared stories, connections and community, a place where voice messages were left,

memorized numbers dialed, and missed calls rang.

These places have quietly disappeared, been painted over, and forgotten.

This body of work is an attempt to remember these spaces, to linger in the nostalgia of the world

that the land line created and to wonder what has been lost with technology gained.

I have chosen simple materials- plaster, silk, resin, paper, wax, and paper mache

to create a whisper of these fleeting, ghostly objects.

The work that emerges is a portrait of the days of the dial tone and the spaces and relationships they shaped.