Inspiration
I always found comfort in the works of Francesca Woodman, Diane Arbus and Frida Kahlo. I connected with Francesca's loneliness, with her anxiety and desperation. I was her and the many women in her photographs. Her ideas were my ideas, her pain, mine.
I had a profound love for Diane's freaks. Like Diane, I strive to find beauty in the marginalized, the strange, those who stray from America's ideals of beauty. Lastly, Frida. My first love. She pushed me to express myself artistically. However, I could never draw a pretty picture or paint a pretty flower. I tried poetry, but I also struggled with words. I tried playing numerous instruments but failed to master any of them. I fell upon the work of William Wegman and Anne Leibovitz and I loved the idea of taking abstract photographs and portraits. I gave photography a chance and I loved everything about it. I loved playing with angles, with lighting and depth. It became my escape. I could sit there for hours playing with my photographs, playing God.