Since I was a small child, I have possessed a hyper-awareness of the unfolding of time, the fickle nature of memory, and the experiences that collectively make us who we are — all of the things that are often easily lost as we grow and become. As an elixir to these instincts, I make photographs hoping to locate these lost secrets, and rediscover truths through the instrument of memory. Intuitively following my cameras, like divining rods, I’ve spent the bulk of my relationship with image-making seeking authenticity. This is not some all encompassing truth about the world, but rather a pursuit for the little truths, our distinct stories, which resonate and reveal, connecting us as humans.

Amongst these photographic pursuits and meanderings is a collection of loves, longings and losses, dreams and despairs. It has often been said that my work is “nostalgic for a moment that has not yet been and yet [is] acutely aware of it’s inevitable disappearance”. Over the years, this has taken on many different trajectories ranging from documentary explorations to narrative driven, toy-camera collage work, an ongoing examination of people’s intimate spaces in “The Unmade Bed”, to my newest work which explores motherhood and the domestic experience. No matter the subject, the quotidian seems ever-present.

The work included here is a cross-section of my interests, focusing on young children, the development of their relationships to both themselves and the world, and their intimate circles. Grappling with a daily balance between family and an academic career leaves little time or for much else. The energies commonly required by young children easily overwhelm the creative forces required of private artistic/creative practices. These current images are my direct response to the how one might do both––art and motherhood. Regardless, I continue to be smitten by the innately creative cycles of the human condition and I am compelled to forge on amidst the often chaotic throes of motherhood. As time continues to careen past me, I find a sense of duty in witnessing and contemplating the play, the growth, and the complex construction of self taking place on my own domestic stage and those of close friends and family. There is no greater honor than to be privy to the deep inner lives of these magical beings, freeze-drying the moments as often as I am allowed entrance to them.

Parenthood is a complex honor that has greatly impacted my creative life. As stated before, the question often arises, how do we do both? Art & Motherhood. For me, the answer to this looks very different at certain intervals. I continually find myself re-calibrating my studio practice to accommodate the lives of these glorious creatures that now consume me. After all, motherhood is an innately feminist act. It is the exercising of our most creative choices. And as each one of my three children has crept closer to the one year milestone of their lives I have felt a renewed sense of creativity and space through which to include art-making more purposefully within my daily existence and into the children’s lives as well. It is at minimum a nurturing hand projecting itself into our futures. In the end we will become the materials of this practice and the photographs remain our instrument of memory.