So here it is, that moment when the band says, “We’re taking a break”…Then they come back on stage and say, “We’ve enjoyed playing cover for you this evening, but now we’d like to share some of our new stuff. It’s very personal to us. We wrote these songs. They tell our story (well, some of it anyway). We hope you love it as much as we do.” Usually, this is where the crowd grumbles or exits stage right t0 grab another beer. They want the familiar, the popular. So, I get it. You may look at these and say, “These are nice, but we want portraits. We want happy all the time.” For better or worse, I wear my heart on my sleeve. Things aren’t happy and perfect all of the time. Mostly, they are perfect in their own wonderfully broken and imperfect way. I have had the good fortune of meeting some amazing people and talented artists over the past several years-Deb Schwedhelm, Leah Zawadzki, Cig Harvey, just to name a few. Recently, I had the opportunity to attend Cig Harvey’s opening in the city at Firecat Projects. It was my birthday that day. I was excited to arrive early and get to hang out with her, before the opening. We talked about her journey, her inspiration, her work. She looked at me and said, “I know you are doing portraits mainly, but what are you doing to feed your soul. Your personal work needs to feed you.” I was stumped. I know, I love what I do and truly enjoy it, but has it really been a true source of self expression? Since that night, I’ve been pondering it, dreaming about it. I know my story. I continue to learn, grow and understand what makes me happy, sad, fearful, ambitious, fulfilled and most importantly- alive. I look forward to adding more to this body of work over the coming months. This is my story. Part I.
“Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings.”
-Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love)