I needed a fresh start.
A blank canvas.
Mixed media became a tangible way of bringing the fragmented layers of my own life together into a meaningful whole. Torn scraps of fabric, newspaper clippings, postage stamps, yellowed playing cards- they tenderly spoke to me as I layered page after page. Giving new life and fresh meaning to things old and discarded. Nothing too old, or too faded.
Mixed media has helped me discover my voice, a tool for carving out my space in the shared journey we call life. We're all broken pieces. But together, the layers of our lives become a beautiful masterpiece.
Happiness is the steam from a hot vanilla latte. It's the roar of the ocean. Wave after wave. Constant. Steady. Dependable. The whisper of old paper. The moist caramel undertones of manchego cheese, paired with a glass of Australian Malbec.
My journey started in the dark. Cradled in the womblike embrace of a darkroom, coaxing wet images to life, photography was undeniably my first love. Like so many first loves, though, in time, we grew apart.
In 2013, following a series of unexpected events, life began to feel like a cluttered mess. A million broken pieces. And I realized that healing, for me at least, wasn't going to be found behind a camera.