Unclean I.

No matter how hard I scrub my feet, this holy ground still deems me unclean. In this crisp mountain stream, the water of an unfamiliar terrain, I begin a futile attempt to wash away my sins. My once-white dress, stained with earth from my childhood home, serves as a reminder that I cannot cleanse myself …

Make Bad Art.

Sculpture assignment: make bad art. I needed to shave my legs, which I didn't want to do, so I thought why not film it and kill two birds with one stone?  This resulted in a ten minute long durational video in which I am sitting in my bathtub shaving my legs.  It is incredibly boring, exceptional …

My Own Narrative.

I have been in an incredibly weird headspace and although my presence online has been laking, my presence in reality has flourished.  While this may seem like a pretty good thing, I feel as if I've checked out for the semester and forcing myself to record what I've been creating is proving to be exceptionally …

Attractive Yet Overstimulating.

This documentary will become a book, and as overwhelming of a task as that seems currently, I know it will be well worth it in the end.  With this in mind I had decided to scan in some of my dresses creating repetitive patterns for use inside of my covers and throughout the books pages to break up my imagery …

I See Myself.

I have begun to realize that in this documentary I have become a collector of moments in time that remind me of memories from my past.  Even in the imagery I didn't take myself, I see myself.  This confirms that there is, to some degree, a common experience we females share growing up as middle …

Molly.

The lovely Miss Molly got a disposable camera too.  I am finding it very interesting to see the way girls who have grown up in a digital, selfie saturated world are dealing with a camera that has no preview or review button.  It also fascinates me to see their selfless on film.  This way of …

A Little Female.

Dug through my past over break.  I'm hoping these images can act as a bridge between the new photographs I'm making and the prints I've scanned in from my childhood in my documentary of GIRLS.  As things are progressing, I'm beginning to realize this project is more a recreation of my past than anything else. …

Other People Think I’m Okay.

Here is the first batch of a series of portraits I shot at a dance studio this past weekend.  I'm presenting them to you from youngest to oldest.  Each girl was asked to pose herself. Lauren. Dance makes my life better because it has taught me to be myself. Taylor. I dance because sometimes it's …

Growing Up Girl.

This semester I have the opportunity to spend a great deal of my time on a lone documentary project.  Though I have no idea what I'll call it, or even what exactly it is I'm hoping to uncover, I've taken it upon myself to photograph what it means to grow up a twenty-first century American …

Bend Over.

It has been quite some time since I made a collage: tonight that all changed.  This is the disgusting masterpiece I wound up with, inspired by some old photos I found of myself where I strongly resemble a Playboy Bunny.  Eww.