Exactly one year ago, I was on possibly one of the best road trips of life. It's one of those once in a lifetime trips that I still wonder if it actually happened. Good thing there's pictures to prove that it did!
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 remember going to visit the Olympic torch in a small town somewhere, can’t remember. I pretended to reach the torch, but I never actually touched it, oh well.
Wearing my assistant hat during the photoshoot, I found power. Through a successful shoot, followed by silly bonding, we shared stories of our intuition, stories of our courage; we accepted our power and, even for mere moments, quashed our doubt
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.
My studio is a mess. The artwork is shipped. I photographed 13 people in 4 different cities in 1 month and turned them into super heroes. But more about that later. Right now, I'm trying to process it all. I don't often share openly about what happens behind the scenes. For me, the process is as important as… Continue reading What happens to an artist post-production? The results may shock you
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.
Last week, Bear and I were in the Bay Area visiting family and decided to make the trip to Alcatraz Island. It became clear that we were on a different tour of the island than many of the folks on the ferry. The prison history tour is a highlight for most people, but we were there searching for remnants… Continue reading INDIANS ON VACATION