For a long time, I referred to myself as a photographer rather than as an artist. I did this because the majority of my work was done in the photographic medium and my camera had been, in many ways, my champion.
I grew up with cameras, films, and the other photography accouterments being as normal to me as baseballs or dolls were to other kids. I learned to take what was there, what was real — the light, the dark, the mood, the balance, the air — and translate it through the lens.
Even with this devout love of photography, I had always worked in other media. Yet it felt false to me to present this other art because I was subscribing to an unwritten rule that dictated that I could only be a photographer, only be a painter, or only some other type of artist. As soon as I let go of this rule, I started to delve into what makes me, me.
What has resulted from this allowance are new artworks that stroll varied avenues of creativity while employing equally different media.