Everything is a work in process. Here is a look at graduate school semester two, a sneak peek of what has been happening in my studio. How do you document a place you no longer have access to, a place that is two thousand miles away? Before I left Ohio and drove thirty hours across …


Somewhere Between.

I need to write again, and I promise that I will. I need to for my sanity and my practice - my practice especially. Maybe I haven’t been writing because everything about my work has changed; maybe I have yet to find the words (although I am aware that this is a thin excuse, that …

That First Leap.

It’s important to understand that you can do anything that you set your mind to. I don’t mean that in a cheesy inspirational quote kind of way, but in an honest to god, you are so much stronger than you think kind of way. I am 2,000 miles away from any sort of familiarity. It …

All of the Possibilities.

This year's all encompassing blog post is proof that 365 days are more than enough to make major changes to your life. One year ago I was overwhelmed with seasonal depression and feelings of loneliness and immobility. 2016 was a year of gallery shows and new work. I finally felt like I was a real …

A Real Object.

I came to Tucson with a box full of dirt from Wyandot County knowing it would be my only connection to my home for months. I dug ten separate holes from ten different locations of significance to my life (my parents childhood homes, my elementary school, etc.) and put the dirt in individually labeled zip …

Dirt Road Street Cred.

The bartender looked at me and said, "Ah, so you're a girl who likes blue collar beer."  "Yes sir, I am."  Though I had never thought about it before, I was proud to wear that patch, like a name embroidered onto a mechanic's coveralls. There is an odd sense of pride being a beer drinking …

Of All Good Things Well Past Their Prime.

It is a collaboration over fifty years in the making with a man who died when I was barely sixteen. He left his notes along with a Bell & Howell projector, screen and sixteen reels of film (spanning twenty years, two decades of life and death, the tail end of the baby boomers and the …

You Just Have to Be.

I am not opposed to people, in fact, I quite like them. I love my friends and my family and I will admit that oftentimes I fantasize about what it may be like to run away with another human by my side. It would be lovely to find a partner to be my copilot, to …

Baptism: A Photographic Exhibition

This Friday in Clintonville; I would love to see you there.


Baptism: A Photographic Exhibition

Opening Reception / June 16th / 6-8pm / Pennington Custom Art Services


We went down to the river and baptized one another in the name of art, of photography and of those who came before us. On a brisk Sunday afternoon, late October, we became the film: encased in darkness, exposed to light for the briefest of moments, back into the darkness to be washed before permanently entering the light. Film development is incredibly ritualistic, a baptism of silver. This is our nod to our medium; we honor it by becoming it. Like a painter relies on oils and a sculptor clay, a photographer is dependent on darkness and water. We are alchemists, stealing moments, creating something from nothing but light.

We are women. We are artists. We are the film.

In collaboration with The Honeybee Squad:

Lauren Garms
Helen Hoffelt
Kayla Suzanne Holdgreve
Tamrin Ingram

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Arizona III.

This past December my roommate and I flew to Arizona, the desert and quite possibly our futures. You can read more about the trip on The Hive (our travel blog), but for those of you more interested in imagery, below you will find the 35mm I shot while on this whirlwind adventure. Enjoy! Part I. Part …