Andrew Harlan
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My dreams were born here
[Photography project]
2025
In 2025 the house my grandparents designed and built from the ground up landed on the market. It’s a strange experience to cry from a zillow post. This is a house I grew up in as my mom would take me there everyday on her way to work for a few of my early years of life to hangout with my Nana. We would play games and run around looking at all the incredible objects they had around the house, from all over the world. She tells me I would adjust the art and give my opinion when someone would come to hang something new. As many as there were fun and beautiful memories, there were intense dreams that riveted my childhood, set in this gigantic house. There were endless creeping hallways that looked miniature at the end, always quiet and low lit, and I was always alone. A few times I was chased by a bear through the house, but it only crept at a slow pace, yet always in pursuit. And there was the one-eyed ostrich that reocurred through many of my dreams. Appearing at the end of long hallways, just starring at me.
In October 2021, my grandfather had a stroke while going to the bathroom in the middle of night. At the same time, my relationship with the woman I thought I would marry fell apart. By the end of the year my grandpa would pass away and my love was gone. As a family we sat around my grandfather as moved on, in his favorite chair, in the living room of that house. This became such a paradigm shift in my life that I still grapple wiht understanding the emotions. Real universal emotions we all go through, but difficult to swallow nonetheless.
At some point I believe in the winter of 2023 I went over to my grandparent’s house alone. It was eerie and quiet, still and raw. It felt like seeing a monster without their costume on. This monument to childhood, love, wonder, and fear. I walked around soaked in sadness and confusion and shot some photos of the house