The seeds from which my family rooted were somehow sewn and tangled within the margins of Life, suspended in thin air, neither here nor there. We were a household of dreamers that oftentimes seemed like one body with a multi-foliate soul. We didn’t have much, aside from our familial bonds. Yet, through that alliance, we were imbued with a sense of possibility, believing that nothing was beyond our reach, and somehow managed to elude the stranglehold of poverty’s unforgiving grip. We never suffered from lack. But, we also never believed that it was our lot to suffer.
I won’t inflate the truth by saying that photography was always my passion. We hardly know what that means when we’re young.
So instead, my creative curiosity was simply a component of my personality, one that was nurtured by those who mattered most. It was never instilled in me to think of my artistic inclinations as anything less than what they really were; uniquely mine. And so... my predilections have flourished.