Wild Art.

This month I had the really unique opportunity of participating in Wild Goose Creative's event #wildartcolumbus. Based in Columbus, Wild Goose Creative chose thirty local artists to participate. Each day in September a different creative took over their Instagram (@wildgoosecreative) sharing up to eight samples of their work. At the end of the day whichever …

Actually Seeing.

I am preparing myself to get in my car and drive fourteen hours along the entirety of Lake Erie, across the whole state of New York, to the edge of Massachusetts, north along the Atlantic Ocean and half way up the coast of Maine to an artists' residency in Rockport: alone. I am terrified, but I …

From Ireland.

It occurred to me a while back that I had never shared my film images from Ireland with all of you (note: this is only four rolls worth, the other four rolls still sit, undeveloped, in my fridge). About five minutes ago, while unsuccessfully attempting to nap, I thought to myself, "there is no better …

It Is Expected.

I hate "tourist photos" this is nothing new. Do I take them, yes, for my own selfish reasons, but it always turns into an internal conflict.  I take them for others, not for me.  I take them because it is expected, because you must collect moments of your trip to show off to your family …

Ireland Nests V, VI, VII.

The last installation of my Irish nest; all three taken from the ruins of a hermitage, a microclimate with tropical plants, nestled safely on the mountainside.

Ireland Nests III, IV.

Ireland nests day two of three.  I will never be able to get over how magically beautiful the Irish landscape is and I will never fully be able to describe it to you.

Ireland Nests I, II.

Before even leaving for Ireland, I had mentioned that I wanted to resume my series of nests.  These images are from one of three days I was able to find the time to do so. While revisiting this process one thing became very clear to me; I am not nesting so much as I am …

On That Road.

It is five in the morning and my body thinks it is eleven in the afternoon.  After establishing that no matter how physically exhausted I am there is absolutely no way I am falling back to sleep, I decided to write. America welcomed me from the clouds after a seven hour flight over the Atlantic. …

At The Top.

It seemed important to me that on my last day here I write.  My first day here, I looked up at the mountain behind our house and said that I was going to climb it.  I felt drawn to it, like it was something that I had to do in order to be fully immersed into …