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My Story

Taos, New Mexico, 2018.

I am an artist, wandering through this enormously small world. The past few years have been a journey of healing and self-discovery. It began by immersing myself in the art of a medium in Midcoast Maine. I moved out of my Ohio farmhouse to live alone in the woods within a true, tiny house and rented a small coastal studio in a town nearby. Later I realized that those months of focused work had far less to do with photography, but were a release and expression of the stories I had been harboring within myself.

A few months later, I left the United States to live in West Bengal, India; exploring bits of Cambodia, Thailand, and Switzerland in the same journey away from a home I no longer possessed.

Another several months were spent in the solitude of a Maine winter, this time living in an artist retreat at the edge of the ocean. I lived comfortably there and began to feel a sense of home that had been missing ever since leaving the farm. I stayed until new project work with The Light Space carried me away to Thailand for the summer, where the land was green and pineapples were sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted.

My plans for returning to the US did not go as smoothly as I would have liked: I could connect with the wandering Andalusian boy in Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist: “…he realized that he had to choose between thinking of himself as the poor victim of a thief and as an adventurer in quest of his treasure.”

I chose adventure and lived out of my car for a month-long trek across the United States– along with the rush came a wave of healing. It was on this expedition that I discovered true resilience within myself and collected the inspiration and fragments of poems currently being edited for my upcoming collection Between These Things (also, the title of this website).

 

 

Between These Things

the space between
punctuation and prose
that palpable air
when the breeze
takes pause

a wave inhales
pregnant with
past, present,
what is yet to come

how long can she
hold her breath

 

 

Now, at the very moment I write this, I’m on a plane from Switzerland to Portugal, having spent a winter in India once again. Two weeks from now my plans run out. I try, always, to keep myself open to whatever adventure or challenge may lie ahead, and hope to have the courage and honesty to convey even those messy bits through my work.

To continue following the tale, come back and pay me a visit here often: the Journal page will contain a mix of stories, works, inspirations, and includes a direct feed from my Instagram account where you can find images from these travels. Feel free to reach out, comment, or otherwise become a part of this ongoing story.

-February 2018

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