The Early Days

In kindergarten, I colored an elephant black when everyone else used brown or grey. A little older, I subscribed to Highlights magazine and entered a turtle-drawing contest. I didn’t win.

In middle school, I fell for pointillism… something about the perceived texture and dimensionality fascinated me… but I also learned I couldn’t draw for shit. In high school, I loved art, but again had to admit drawing wasn’t it. I tried pottery. Lord, another fail.

Finding Words

Somewhere along the line, I found words. I loved slipping sesquipedalian words into everyday conversations… but more than that, I loved how they could paint the perfect scene if strung together deliberately… articulating a complete thought, crafting a colorful, powerful, or exacting statement, one that resonates.

Enter Photography

Then came photography. Out of nowhere, exactly when I needed it, it engaged me fully, offering opportunities I never could have imagined… always with my mom by my side. She wasn’t just there… she was part of it. Her insight, support, and sheer curiosity helped me stay grounded… seeing differently, asking better questions, looking longer.

Shared Journeys

From those simple travels, we ventured on journeys that became our shared classroom… two sets of eyes taking in the same moment from different vantage points, then meeting somewhere in the middle to compare what we saw. What we found along the way weren’t just locations for photos or stories for a book… it was a conversation between perspectives, time, and wisdom.

Collision Course

Now all my worlds have collided. Each identity is distinct, but together they’ve shaped the creative I’ve become.

Here’s What You’ll Find

Here, you’ll find the words, the art, and what I’m doing now… always in dialogue with the journey.

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