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.

All I can say is that I have always been a creative person.

For over thirty years, 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 a college degree. Although I attended art school briefly, I consider myself to be self-taught. I learned more about art from my maternal grandmother 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.