Every New Place.

Year one is almost over and while I will spend another post discussing art, this one is dedicated to all of the wonderful new places I have been. I had chosen to go to graduate school in Tucson partly because of its proximity to the natural world. This first year of school has been more …

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 …

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 …

Beautiful Yet Tragic.

It was the best of times; it was the worst of times. I finally get it, the time my Aunt Lesa said she'd redo her thirties in a heartbeat, but had zero desire to do over her twenties. Life is good, so good. But it is so incredibly hard at the same damn time. I …

Arizona II.

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! Find Part I …

Arizona I.

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 …

On Desire.

We wrote our dreams down on little pieces of paper, folded them up and set them ablaze. That smoke is still the air I breathe settled deep within my burning lungs.  

I Have My Mother’s Eyes.

Mom said that every boy complimented her eyes, (little golden pools that twinkle in the sun) Boys only notice my eyes when I'm sad. "What an interesting color", they say. Chartreuse irises complimented by ruby rims. every boy but my dad. - I have my mother's eyes.

My Own Reality.

Because Santa Clause answered my pleas and gave me a disposable camera for Christmas when I was four, I have been gifted with the amazing opportunity to curate my life. This is the ultimate power of the photographer, the ability to choose what we want others to see. In this crazily fast-paced social media driven world, it …