There lies in all of us a specific and very personal vision that only we can see. It does not manifest itself outside of an abstract form until we give it a face and name others can understand. Sometimes we call that art. It is the physical creation of what we harbor inside of us. Creativity. Dreams. Forward momentum. This is an idea I am in love with. Imagine how differently we would all see each other if we looked…
There is nothing that I love more than being in the forest creating a self-portrait, because that means I am spending time where I feel most alive and I get to see myself as a character filled with magic. I want so badly to be a woodland creature, spending my time among the animals, communing with them. Self-portraiture allows for that to be a reality. When I create I’m often running back and forth between my spot where I’m posing…
“I was wondering if you ever thought your success in photography which in turn contributed to your wonderful successes in writing, blogs and altruistic causes, needed that initial drive to ‘compete’ (for lack of a more graceful term). And without that -future minded drive – they wouldn’t have been achieved?” This last year of my life has been very focused on peace and kindness. It was something I felt was missing from my life in some capacity and I wanted…
What I love most about creating is, after a certain time, the separation that happens between Artist and Work. We step back, we see what we’ve done from a whole new perspective, and we are able to understand something different – more – about ourselves. Creating is always personal, whether we are taking inspiration from our lives or not. It represents who we are – or were – and translates that into a tangible, universal symbol. We see ourselves in…
Have you ever said to yourself, “Time is moving so quickly!”? I know I have. I used to be absolutely stunned at how as a child time seemed to move so slowly. A summer lasted a lifetime. School never seemed to end. I felt as though I would be a child forever. But then I kept growing, and when I found myself at adulthood I couldn’t get time to stay still. It moved so quickly, and I found life passing,…