Imagination is where magic begins.
My imagination is alive and active in every creative thing that I do. From writing novels to designing elaborate sets, costumes & props, to transforming my subjects with makeup artistry, and of course, using my camera lens as a portal to explore alternate universes – I am always looking for a way to peek around the corners of this mundane reality and recreate the visions I see on the other side, in that ethereal place where magic lives.
My work is a meticulously messy dance between a variety of art forms that both carefully and chaotically coalesce into a single moment in an emotional story, and my favorite muse is love. But love isn't my only muse.
As a survivor of complex PTSD and a lifetime of living with clinical depression, my personal projects are often borne of the dark and visceral places where I spent so many countless years of my life in a state of deep and chronic suffering. These monsters that I call Fear, Worthlessness, Hopelessness, Grief, Sorrow, and Loneliness are always whispering for me to return to them, to believe their lies. Instead of giving in to their siren-like voices, and following them into their dark, suffocating caves, I lure them into the light through my art, where they lose their power over me.
To help me through those dark times, I always turned to my imagination, and to creating and learning how to create new things. I spent years as owning a professional dance company, designing costumes and props and learning how to create interesting shapes with bodies. I taught drawing classes to children for years.I went to Revere Academy of Jewelry Arts in San Francisco and learned that unless I was making elaborate tiaras and crowns, jewelry making wasn't my true passion. I taught myself how to do graphic design and build websites for authors when I was focused on writing my novels. However, my attention span was a bit damaged and I found myself unable to focus on one thing for long enough to see it through. But learning new things kept me going, gave me some kind of reason to continue to breathe, to live. Learning new things helped me survive.
It wasn't until I reunited with the love of my life a year ago, and he gave me a camera last July that all of the seemingly un-related things that I've learned over the years sort of clicked into place for me, and began to make some kind of cohesive sense. I've been accused of being a Jill-of-all-trades, a title I was once ashamed of, but I believe I needed all of these random skills in order to create all of the things that will be beautiful, relatable, touch lives or impact broken or damaged hearts, and help them to heal, like mine did.
The idea that I can work intimately with people to search out some treasured moment or feeling, and then capture that in an impactful, imaginative, and powerful way is my favorite thing about fine art photography, and is exactly why I am so excited to be on this journey.