I am a person with a big heart and a deep need to be connected, but I grew up insulated from others and myself. The arc of my life has been to reclaim what I now think of as my birthright. Connection and compassion have manifested themselves mainly in my work in photography and as a psychotherapist, my current occupation.
My entry into the path that led me to psychotherapy and to the photography I do now began with a near-fatal medical error in 1993. That event, which included a near-death experience, divided my life into two parts: who I was, and who I am becoming. To paraphrase the Grateful Dead’s Jerry Garcia, the way back from the brink has been “a long, strange trip.” On it, I have discovered what I was put on the planet to do; my calling.
Making an image feels like I am in wordless conversation with something far more profound than my own creations. The work connects me deeply with my subjects’ minute particulars, the building blocks from which all creation generates.