I am from the mountains of northern New York. I am surrounded by fine artists and craftsman. My father draws, paints, carves, builds, composes songs, and plays numerous instruments. I have worked at a rustic furniture store, designed a fine arts journal, and visited galleries. But I have never considered myself an artist.

 

My love of writing began in second grade and has never waned or been replaced. I chose Creative Writing and Graphic Design as a double major because I thought they would pair well in the publishing world. The writing and reading I enjoy has shifted throughout my time here from fast-paced and fantastical stories to more “slice-of-life” narratives. In this genre the reader can spend a week, a day, a month with a character, simply enjoying the regular struggles, joys, and humors of everyday life.

 

My art reflects this intrigue with everyday moments. I gravitate towards the little moments and transient memories. I love the candid portrait. The goofy moments, the memories I never want to lose. I capture these fleeting moments and ransom them through a poem or the lens of a camera.I thought art meant paint on your sleeves, a pencil behind the ear, or charcoal blackened fingertips. I’m beginning to realize it’s more about paying attention and holding onto the important things in life.