phone call

Phone Call, 1989

Writing about myself is something I never like doing. I have over 23 awkwardly written bios stored away on a jump drive in my desk – I can’t even stand to have them on my computer anymore.

But what I can say is that I have always been a creative person. Before I could write, I would daydream. Before I had a camera in my hand, I would write stories and draw. Now, I do all of it.

Since high school, photography has been my life. I’m not one of those artists who had a career before pursuing their true passion. I’m also not one of those artists with college degree acronyms after their names. Although I attended art school briefly, I consider myself to be self-taught. I learned more about art from my maternal grandmother than art school because she taught me, without ever having to say it, how it feels to create something beautiful, something captivating, and something uniquely your own. And there is no word in the English dictionary to describe that feeling.

My life has had many twists and turns and I hope to revisit the best of them on my blog, but I can tell you that I love what I do, and I’m in this forever.