“What inspires you?” This question is asked a lot. Personally, I find it to be an enormous question.
I have always been incredibly observant. When I was young growing up in Sudbury, I remember watching the light through the trees. The way the shadows and lights morphed when the wind caught the leaves.
In this act of slowing down and noticing the nuances of nature it awakens you. You see more clearly and therefore anything can become an inspiration if you are still, and open.
For example – my latest photography series “Mad World”
My husband brought home new knives a few months ago. They are this really beautiful aqua blue colour. As I stared using them when cooking, I quickly became aware how amazingly they contrasted against certain foods like tomatoes and carrots. It was mesmerizing to me!
I knew right away that I wanted to try adding bold contrasts to a series of black and white photography -hence, all the aqua in my series.
The idea to theme it “Mad World” came to me when as I was working on the first piece. For some reason that song by Tears for Fears, by the same name, popped into my head. When I looked for a version of it to listen to on my phone I came across an incredibly haunting version by Jasmine Thompson, and continued to listen to it on repeat while I worked on this series.
That’s when the magic happens and the project becomes a congruent body of work exploring important social themes.
I don’t know what inspires me, because it is constantly changing.
Be still, be open, and it will come.
To see more of my "Mad World" Series click HERE
The process of photographing other women has been really eye opening. Every woman I photograph is self-conscious of her looks.
Do you not see what I see?
One woman went as far as to imply that it is in our DNA to look down upon our self-appearance.
When I am editing, I am often brought to tears by the nuances of the human face. The strength I see is incredible. Those certain freckles or laugh lines. Those lines from sorrow or stress. Those wrinkles you have? They are there because you are still alive! You have been though turmoil and have made it through. THIS MAKES YOU BEAUTIFUL. All of it.
I implore you to take a closer look.
Look past the critic and see the nuances of your history. The things that make you unique, that make you strong. This is your beauty.
The wonderful thing about photographing portraits is that it is like taking a glimpse into a lifetime of history in a single frame.
We are all humans, but we carry our own life experiences in our eyes. Be brave, be yourself.
The first real 35mm camera I ever used was a Nikon FG that belonged to my father. I loved everything about that camera down to the smell. I was 17.
I never really understood ISO and shutter speed and shot mostly in auto mode, but in the age of disposable cameras, there was something very powerful about holding that camera and looking through the lens.
That camera is now broken, but I still have it and take it out every once and awhile just to look through it.
As a teenager I remember spending Saturday afternoons at chapters, sitting on the floor in the arts section, looking through the beautiful, glossy photography books. There was something ethereal about them.
The portraits were always my favorite. The way the eyes of the subject would bore right into me. I always was attracted to the bold contrasts of black and white images. The way the light illuminated the subject and caused an emotional response has always stuck with me.
As I venture back into this world of photography, these memories are fresh and I realize that all the artistic work I’ve done over the last few years has been preparing me to rediscover this lost love.