Writing has always been my way of making sense of the world. I write to discover who I am and why I think and feel the way I do. I write to explore the implications of choices I have made and to investigate the whys behind those choices. I tell my truths in order to help others recognize the universal truth of their stories and help them find a way to make sense out of their world.
If my words squeeze your heart a little bit, I have done my job.
Art connects me to my inner child, the one who still remembers how to play and laugh and take joy in simple things like making paint dance across the page.
If my art makes you smile, I have succeeded.
Photography grounds me in nature in the same way my garden connects me to the dirt and the rain. It helps me learn to be still, to be here in the present moment, and to capture that moment to reflect upon again later. I never set out to become obsessed with birds, especially hummingbirds, and yet, it seems, I am. How interesting that a little bird who moves so fast has taught me so much about being still.
If my photographs make you slow down and look around your ordinary world, I am pleased.
A book or a poem is meant to be read. A piece of art or a photograph needs to be experienced. It is that connection that completes the creative circle.When my words or art or photographs connect to someone else I feel the energy move between us, the emotional threads from my life begin to intertwine with theirs and neither of us is left untouched.