wild love.
i am not a wedding photographer, or a family photographer as much as i am an
A R T I S T.
i am not caught up ever so much in the business of finding clients, or clean lines, or proper exposure; rather, i am ever so infatuated with connecting with humans - real ones - with appreciating the messy and the rawness of their humanity, and telling their story as i see it as not a business owner or a trained professional, or - god forbid - another vendor - but as an
A R T I S T.
i hope so dearly i’ve lost most of you by now. for those still reading are the kindred souls i’d like to keep, to have over for warm coffee, to hold their hearts with my lens and tell their stories. i photograph like i live my life:
don’t cover up the messy, dig into the season you are in, drown in the wildness of whatever it is you are feeling
for nothing weirds me out more than clean lines and light and airiness. when i see those kinds of images, i think of nothing else but of east coast prep in a strange, unrealistic world of fake smiles and forced laughter.
don’t get me wrong, i adore light, but don’t skip the darkness. give me blacks, grittiness, mood. i want shadows just as much as i want sun beams and light flares in your favorite field. but we are not pure white. we are not easy. we are complicated and real, wild and exposed, moving and emotional, and that is the absolute only thing i wish to capture.
for anything that lacks shadows also lacks depth.
