07/10/2024
I want to share something with you…
I struggle explaining & processing my emotions. I typically take them & ball them up, shove them into the deepest darkest place I can find & I leave them there. I walk away & forget about them, giving them time to marinate, enhancing the emotions until they can no longer hid. Photography has been the only way I know how to release them. I put each emotion in the image, reminding myself of it, to keep in my forever growing Rolodex of emotions. My personal work of photography, the art that I don’t share, can sometimes be deep & dark & ugly while at other times it can be inspiring & beautiful & powerful. But that’s where the beauty lies, in the rawness of it all. Photographing my clients memories fills my heart to the brim with happiness, but photographing my own life is like an out of body experience.
Nothing is more powerful than art. A photograph, a painting. Art when you recognize a shared feeling or emotion in another. It’s like an unspoken connection, an embrace without touch.
These images are of my grandparents home. It’s empty. They are gone. The furniture is gone. The photos on the wall are gone. But the memories are still there & they are permanent on my heart. These images showcase the roses I grew up smelling. The garden my grandparents worked tirelessly on. I cried as I photographed each one of those roses, taking notes on how they smelled, felt, looked & froze them in time with my camera. After each images I felt lighter. I let the camera guide me through, releasing those trapped emotions one picture at a time.
I’d be lost without the ability to create art & thank all my clients from the bottom of my heart. Not only do I get the time & creativity to express myself, but the power to use it to help others have lasting memories for generations.
One of my favorite quotes,
“Art should comfort the disturbed & disturb the comfortable.”
