Over the last 30+ years I have often used the camera as my conduit with the world, my way of connecting while remaining separate. My images have usually had intensely personal meaning, except for one rather bizarre departure into wedding photography that didn’t last long.
Today I am interested in the marginalized. My birds are often objects of discomfort for some because they are dead, and I found them along the side of roads. For me, photographing them is my tribute, my altar, to their presence in our lives. My Holga images (toy, plastic camera) are of ruins, places that once held meaning for someone and now are collapsing under the weight of time. My image transfers are also of abandoned places, though these often have the feeling that someone just walked out one day and never came back. My Cancer Chronicles series documents the 18-month journey from my husband’s diagnosis of pancreatic cancer to his death. The series The Seven Deadly Sins of Climate Change lists the ways human activity is responsible for climate change. I recently finished a series entitles Yosemite with a Plastic Toy Camera.