I have since I can remember loved art, but I come from a family that never understood
Or knew much of art. My father worked in a tire warehouse and my mom stayed home until she started doing social work for HIV outreach.
My family however always encouraged me to continue creating, then I discovered photography, which became my college major.
Photography has been a source of expression for me, to capture a moment, which I think is a need that comes from a long list of losses in my life.
While I have not been great with expressing myself outwardly with words I can do so with my images.
To make ends meet I have spent most of my time working for other artists and photographers, pouring my energy into others' creative endeavors until recently.
Now, for the first time in my life, at 35 I have begun to apply to shows for myself.
My art has always been the context of two main emotions within my mind,
My need to document that which will someday be gone, alongside my feelings
I have as a woman and how our complexities inform who we are.
