Sweet Monotony.

We could never have loved the earth so well if we had had no childhood in it, if it were not the earth where the same flowers come up again every spring that we used to gather with our tiny fingers as we sat lisping to ourselves on the grass. What novelty is worth that sweet …

Deceivingly Simple.

Every second of everyday in every class seems to be filled with people asking me what I am doing/where do I want to be next.  They don't mean with my life, they mean with my career (although as an artist the line between art and career is often blurred).  I have become quite aware of what is …

This Photograph.

Today, whilst working on several different summer endeavors, I made this photograph.  It was unplanned - spontaneous - which is a very difficult way for me to work.  This afternoon it happened, and I was quite pleased.


I have relinquished control and handed out disposable cameras to a group of young ladies.  As I go through them, I'll share with you what they revealed to me about their lives through their own individual lenses. Julia.

Circa 2004.

During a recent trip home I unearthed some early images captured by yours truly. I present to you, the Backseat Model, the Faceless Self-Portrait, and the Oops I Dropped My Camera!, circa 2004.

Making Babies.

My absence has not been due to a lack of productivity on my end, but in fact quite the opposite.  I feel as if there has been so much on my plate that I don't even know how to begin to share any of it.  I will be spending much of my time in the …