Ideal Moments.

Some of the images are soft, feminine, intimate. Others are pulled back, harshly lit, topographic. Both approaches are accurate depictions of this desolate space. Ten years later I am attempting to understand by existing within a plot of land not intended for me. There is a generational lapse within this chain link fence of fathers …

While He Foraged.

I spent a lot of my summer with my dad in the junkyard. I needed a new driver's side mirror, battery and windshield for my van and he wanted bucket seats for his chevy and a rusted out lawnmower for yard art. We managed to scavenge all of the items on our list plus $4.72 …

Standard, December 26th.

America Standard, December 26th, 3:15 PM. It has been a little over a month since I was last here; the 11th anniversary of Standard's shutdown has silently come and gone and little has changed. It is warm today and, although I feel feverish, I know that these sunny Ohio days are rarest in December. My …

Walk 5.

A walk suggested by someone you love. This walk was given to me by my partner, Neil. One  Walk along the street and try to find any instance where you can fill your field of vision only with a natural thing (rock, plant, mountain, etc.) consider if the natural form exists in its place naturally …

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 …

Man Manipulated Beauty.

A group of Columbus photographers, all connected in some way to CCAD, were invited to create imagery to be hung in the gallery at Franklin Park Conservatory. Honored to have been asked, I set out to make work that would happily live within this family friendly, botanical context. We meet next Sunday to discuss installation. …

Alchemists.

We have finally begun pulling together the imagery from our collaboration this past October. Read more on The Hive and be on the lookout for updates.

THE HIVE

I love being a woman. I love being an artist. I love having opinions and the outlet to voice them. Mostly I love this support system of other woman artists who are just as passionate about their craft as I, who are honest, loving and supportive, who ask why but never how. These ladies believe in my dreams as much as they believe in their own. It is such an honor to be a bee, incredible to follow alongside their creative endeavors.

A few months back we documented a collaborative piece. Six bees 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…

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The Honeybees and I.

We have begun making beautiful things, the honeybees and I. For the time being, I will not reveal too much, but know that great things are underway. Below is an image from our first collaboration, six passionate, talented, female photographers, working together to speak of intimacy between artist and medium. The work has been shot …