My favorite place in the world is Paris; I found myself there. If I can’t be in Paris, the next best thing is on my garden swing, reading and daydreaming while the crepe myrtle flowers fall around me... in my Paris gown.
For the first time in a very long time I woke up WANTING to create for myself. I wanted to tell a story of the loss of several of my rose bushes and the anxiety of holding on to the ones left. And here it is.
Sometimes we have to soak ourselves in the tears and fears of the past to water our future gardens.
I don’t know if there could be truer words spoken for this stage of my life right now. This month marks ten years of running a photography studio. Over the years I lost what it meant to create for myself and make pieces just for me. During that time my flower garden became my place of creation simply because it wasn’t work; it was my space that I could play in, experiment, and my livelihood didn’t depend on my successes or failures here... I hope that I can use this garden to find how to create photography for myself once again. I’m forcing myself to revisit the #blackdressseries and create just for me. Fears have always held me back in the photography world and add having to make a living on top of that and you’ll find a crumpled up soul in a corner. All this rambling is me saying that I’m going to see if the safe haven of my garden can awaken my soul again; if photography can stop just being my career and return to an art form of personal expression.