Recently I was looking through an old pictorial book of WWI. Inside I found a note and a lock of hair tied with a pink ribbon and many 4 leaf clovers. The note reads "Your eyes are like dimands(sic), Your hear(sic)is just fine, god(sic) bless you my dirling(sic), I wish you were mine". I simple note filled with tenderness. I don't know the story. I assume this was written by a soldier during WWI. I don't know if the soldier returned, or if the young lady survived. I do know that someone was loved. SOMEONE WAS LOVED I took the images through painted plexiglass to age the scenes.
I am a Fine Art photographer interested in storytelling, curiosity, and a lifelong desire to explore the world visually. After raising five children and living many roles—daughter, sister, wife, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, widow, and partner—I discovered photography later in life. Nine years ago, my partner gave me my first camera, and in 2020 we transformed an old woodworking shop into my studio. Since then, I have dedicated myself to learning, experimenting, and creating work that reflects the stories I’ve carried for decades.
