
Lately, I've been moving through life pretty fast. Between school, work, family, friends, graduating and stepping into the real world, I have a lot on my plate. Where is the pause button?!
~Cupcake




My passion for photography originates in the overwhelming longing and admiration I feel for that which is authentic in life. It's quite difficult to experience this in an adult as their authenticity has been buried under layers of years and fears. What we get from other people is mostly a facade, especially when you put a camera in front of them. There is a certain anxiety most of us seem to feel as we hear that shutter open and close....what imperfection could be immortalized? What might I show that I'd rather keep a secret? 

There's something uniquely fascinating about watching public figures in action. Not necessarily when they are "on," but the moments behind the scenes. I have never felt a line separating myself from those who live in the public eye so I don't experience a physical or psychological reaction to their presence. To me, they are only human beings and the fascinating part is simply observing how these individuals live in the space of "famous." It seems we have a skewed interpretation of what that means thanks to our media obsessed culture. But it's not the scandal or secrets I myself look to extract from my observations, it's the things that make us all the same that I am drawn toward. 
I don't believe in coincidences. I do believe that if you pay attention to the wisdom and intelligence both within you and surrounding you, you will hear the messages and see the path that is meant for you. It's impossible for me to ignore this fact because I spend my life paying attention. On this particular day, walking down the sidewalks of Burlington, Vermont, I found myself struggling to adjust to the new (amazing and fulfilling!) life I have created. Change is rattling for human beings, even the most wonderful of changes, because it is not only felt by you but by all those around you as well...as I am quite aware of lately. But each moment I face in this transition that feels like a struggle, a message appears whether in the form of an unexpected phone call from a friend, one simple sentence spoken to me by my lover that is equal to what you could accomplish in 10 years of therapy, a sudden epiphany that clicks instantly things into place......or words splattered across a brick wall in chalk that I was lucky enough to happen upon before the rain washed them away. That's not a coincidence....at least not in my world.