I have often said that my heart must pump saltwater through my veins for I am drawn to the ocean and everything associated with it, and much of my photography reflects this love of the ocean.
But it appears that my feet are firmly planted in western American soil. A critical observation and reflection of my archives revealed an equal part of it contained images of the American West: Arizona, Wyoming, and now Montana. For the past 15 years, maybe even more, I have photographed different aspects of the American West: national parks, cacti, horses, signs, architecture, and landscapes.
Perhaps it is the passing of time, or even having the time for reflection, that has brought about the realization that maybe there is more to me than the California girl who lives by the sea. And as my horizons expand, so is my photographic practice. In this world of AI, I find myself moving in the opposite direction towards the handmade and alternative processes. While I will always travel with my trusty Canon, I look forward to enhancing my photographic stories with the use of alternative processes.
