a collective blog by indigenous women photographers
I remember when I first started "putting myself out there" and setting up photoshoots in my Edmonton apartment I would get extreme anxiety before people would come over. I would think of many ways to cancel. It took all of my willpower not to.
Last year, while I was pregnant with my daughter, I had specific things that I envisioned her having, and one of those was bonnets. I just loved seeing babies in bonnets. Unfortunately, I could only every find bonnets for $25-$50 CAD in the style that I liked. To put it simply, they were something I couldn't… Continue reading Becoming a Maker
Mid-February. We are curled up on the couch with comforters and coffee. By "we," I mean my daughter and I. She is napping and I am writing. Surreal, I have a daughter. I am a mother.
I still remember clearly all the things I would do "when I got pregnant". One of the main things I was so positive I would do is stay really active and have a fit pregnancy à la Ashley Horner. Then I got pregnant. My reality is that I am definitely not having that fit-excercise-often-do-daily-prenatal-yoga pregnancy that I thought… Continue reading Finding Motivation
Many years ago I was exposed to a photographer who loved to capture his family using film (Nate Kaiser). Since then I have had a deep love for film cameras (especially medium format) and photographs. Maybe it was nostalgia, or maybe they're just straight up beautiful images. Fast forward a few years and I definitely… Continue reading Film-lover, Kind of
My uterus is mine, as if every other woman's. What I do with it or what it chooses to do is my business.
Honestly, I had nothing planned and I was just terrified, terrified of meeting new people, and of trying something new.
It took me months, 8 months to be exact, before I would kill my first moose. I'll never forget the feeling. Adrenaline, fear, humbleness in the act itself.
I was scared that it would be lost and that it was important for us to know it if we want our children to learn it it. Thus began our (long) journey to becoming Cree speaking people.
I think one of the reasons I've had a fascination with documenting with photographs is because I have no photographs from my childhood. I have seen less than a handful of baby pictures of myself.
