Last Supper, 2017

I stay away from the reductive “Who, What, When, Where” of most photographs I make, wanting to preserve their magic and mystery. But this photograph in particular might be exempt from my rule. It was taken at a small Bible-based rehabilitation center in Georgia. One of my family members struggles with addiction, and I’ve always been intrigued by treatment that incorporates the spiritual world. The sun-bleached reproduction of the Last Supper right above the center’s cafeteria table was one of the only pieces of art I saw there. It was a moment when everything lined up right.