The first time I held a camera I was four and had just knocked my father’s vintage Leica off the kitchen counter onto the floor. I’m not sure what shattered into more pieces, the camera or his heart. Unwelcome thereafter to go anywhere near his gear, he supported my budding photographic curiosity by providing a steady stream of Instamatics, Polaroids, and disposable cameras. While his Nikons were off limits, I was happily given free access to my artist mother’s colorful materials. Rifling through her pastels, oil paints, charcoals, and crayons, I drew with gusto on any flat surface I could find leaving my mark on walls, furniture, coffee-table books, and sidewalks.

Fast forward a few decades, I’ve learned the importance of a camera strap & solid grip and the lusciousness of a fresh pad of fine-art paper. Brushing the dust off my childhood fascinations, the last handful of years have found me in many a classroom with some of the best teachers: Jeffrey Keith, Mitchell Albala, Dan Burkholder, Tami Bone, Julieanne Kost, April Milani, Laurie Klein, Eddie Soloway, Maria Finitzo, Valda Bailey, and Doug Chinnery.

The process of creation has always filled my soul. I share the end result now with the simple desire to put a little beauty into the world.

xo,

Kathryn