A Gift from my Father
I woke up, it was a Chelsea morning and the first thing that I saw, was the sun through yellow curtains and a rainbow on my wall . . . The sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck to all my senses - my father, a nature photographer, sang Chelsea Morning to me as a lullaby. As photographers we sculpt light, and this song reminds me to seek the light with all of my senses.
I love photographing families. As a mother, there is so much of our little life together that I see as a photograph. So much emotion that I want to preserve and hold and show, again and again, to my daughter.
There's this thing that exists in mothers that I find myself wanting to cradle and support. A vulnerability. We have so much joy in our kids that it can be painful at times. That feeling in the first few days and weeks with a new baby when you weep from joy. Everyone tells you it is the hormones and the lack of sleep. And, of course, that is a part of it. But it is a real feeling, that overwhelming joy. So pregnant with hopes and dreams and love. So achey with the longing to protect and nourish. I'm not so far down this road of motherhood, but that feeling hasn't gone, and I can't help but think it will never go. It may be less frequent, the tears my be easier to hold back. That feeling still wells up when we see our growing children and that children's growing accomplishments.
I want to make art that holds this feeling, that casts it in a beautiful light. Take the feeling and turn it into something you can hold in your hand, let you see the joy in black and white (and color) today and 20 years from now.
When your kiddo is grown I want them to and look at these images and think, oh, how my mother loved me. Then, when they have their babies, they feel it too, and the image helps the feeling resonate, gives the feeling a place to be.
A Gift to your Family
I want to make images of families that feed the soul.
There's more. It's not just mother's that feel this way. Our kids love us and need us with equal passion (even if the appreciation isn't always clear in our day to day lives). And sometimes we lose site of their love and need because the struggle is real, it gets the best of us and loneliness can set in. Sometimes we even forget why we started this frustrating journey through familydome. As mothers (and fathers) we are lost in the needs of the everyone else. I want to fill the pages of a book and clutter your walls with images that tell a different story. A story of the love amongst children and parents, brothers and sisters, husbands and wives (or husbands and husbands, or wives and wives). A story to remind you that you are one piece of a puzzle that fits together with beauty and joy and love, like only a family can.