It was not my intention to produce deeply personal, fine-art photography. It just happened.
My concept was to create what I hoped would be poignant, photographic images that speak to the significance of life. There was no indication at the time that this goal would take me so deeply into myself.
Each of my series unfolded into an unexpected, personal memoir–disclosing information about my own life’s narrative that had been buried since childhood.
A reviewer once mentioned reading that “traumas affecting young children become literally sealed-off memories in the brain; a coating surrounds those memory cells which breaks down over the course of a decade or two, when the mind that could not understand what was happening grows into a mind that can ostensibly handle trauma. When the coating completely disintegrates is when repressed memories begin banging away at the conscious mind, demanding to be reckoned with.“
I have come to realize that my work is a visible treatise on emotions in response to life’s challenges–a subject that still seems, although closer, just slightly out of my conscious reach.