A Family Tradition.

I have been wanting to photograph the junkyard for quite sometime now. Finally, I was able to do so. My father took the day off of work and we were blessed with seventy degree weather in early March. He and I, along with two of his brothers (one who magically appeared from Colorado) spent a day among …

Royals IV.

People do not understand that where I grew up being crowned is actually a really big deal. It is not a popularity contest; it is a title that has to be earned. - former queen This is the last batch of sitters for my royalty project. Now it is time to turn them into cyanotypes, construct their frames and …

Royals III.

I wanted to do something bigger than myself during my final semester at CCAD. I wanted to push past my comfort zone and force myself to take full advantage of all my resources both studio and darkroom. I sent out a simple request, photographing fair royalty, via social media and was blown away by the response. …

Head, Heart, Hands, Health.

Meeting and working with all of this royalty (here and here) has me feeling incredibly nostalgic (shocking I know). And while 4-H isn't the only aspect of Jr. Fair, it's the one that I'm most familiar with as it's the one that led me to my crown. Though it might seem incredibly overdone and tad …

Royals.

Today I met with my independent study advisor to discuss my ideas for a cyanotype installation that will be on display this coming April. I sat down, looked at her and said "fair royalty". She had no clue what I meant, which absolutely floored me. This whole time I had thought that I wanted to …

Hoping For the Best.

I will be the first to tell you that every single stereotypical thing you've ever heard about people in the country driving around aimlessly for fun is true.  I love driving; it's small-town americas pastime. I grew up in a large family full of men who love cars.  Almost every single story my father, or …

Stories.

Yesterday I wrote a post that received a lot of love, here, about May 15, 2012. It never fails that every time I go home I will run into somebody that asks me why.  Why art school?  Why art?  For a long time I didn't have an answer (actually I probably still don't) other than …

Behind My Sycamore III.

Some photographs contain stories that are much harder to tell, that you wish didn't have to be told.  This is one of those.  After beginning my home town documentary, it didn't take long for me to know that this image had to be made.  On a hot July day, I jumped in my Sebring and …

Behind My Sycamore II.

This whole documentation of what was left of my childhood began with this building and a call I received from my dear friend Rachael while standing on another dear friend in Columbus' porch.  She told me that she was sorry to ring with bad news, but this structure was the next to come down.  I stood …

Behind My Sycamore I.

I have been sitting here printing this semesters final portfolio for hours, which means that I've had a lot of time to think.  My main realization is in relation the Sycamore work.  All of the images from that series are of places near and dear to my heart, but you don't know their stories.  This …