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When I was seven, my grandmother gave me a little Brownie camera. I put my eye to the view finder and was hooked: what I saw in the view finder ticked by brain. It still does and I have been making photographs ever since. I come from a family of artists, who encouraged me to experiment in all art forms and allowed me to take my film to the local drug store for processing and printing.
All through college, where I studied painting and printmaking at Connecticut College in New London, Connecticut, and architectural school at Washington University in St. Louis, Missouri, I made photographs, but did not take it seriously I was thirty, when a camera and darkroom came together in the same house.
I organize my work around projects, both small and short term and large and long term. My camera goes with me everywhere: to Lake Michigan, to the Michigan dunes, to Midwestern country mills and churches, into a wheat field with a red shed, across the Eads Bridge, along Route 66, to the wetlands created by the Mississippi River, to the canyons of the Missouri Ozarks, to the Pacific Ocean and along California 1, to ancient Italian Hill Towns, along a stroll down Hollywood Boulevard, to the Illinois hill prairies along the Mississippi River bluffs, to an old strip mine now an Illinois State Wildlife Area. The large projects become books, the small ones shows. |
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