Curb Appeal

What once started out as a humorous series of what people put out on the curb, turned into a

reflection of what is emotionally discarded when we cannot process our feelings. Throughout life

we encounter events, situations, people and moments that, depending on our past, we either

deal with or put to the “curb”. Stumbling upon these treasures of chairs, couches, dishes, etc,

makes one wonder what is in everyone’s medicine cabinets. What are they willing to discard,

versus what we are willing to to keep. This is an analogy of what happens to us in life, whether it

is being bullied, being pushed away by a loved one, or getting judged for an impairment. In the

art of survival, we reject the unique. We reject the old, the unfashionable, the unused, the

broken.

The true metaphor of life is that these items get picked up by other people. In life these

emotions, people or situations that weren’t dealt with were taken on by another person. They

repurposed, reused and appreciated the items. Whether it served a practical function or not,

they were taken home. Just like people, we might get bumped, bruised and be broken, but there

are those out there that see the beauty in others and take us home.

Childhood

We are spectators in the lives of our children despite how much we believe we are their world.

Everything we experience with our children is a reflection of our own perspective. The memories

formed about their childhood are ours and are colored by our own bias and viewpoint. We make

ourselves heros or heroines in their life story. As a parent, you concentrate on the basic needs

of your child: clothes, a home, food and their general well being. We often forget to enter their

world, see through their eyes, and nurture their thoughts and their souls. It is not our intention,

but in the process we lose a little of the wonder that comes from being a parent and seeing

through a child’s eyes. Foods don’t taste as sweet, places aren’t as big or exciting, we lose the

sense of adventure the comes from being a kid, and life is colored in shades of grey. In this

project I tried to catch a glimpse of my daughter Valerie’s world. I wanted to experience those

magical moments again of building a fort, baking cookies, searching for crabs or even being

comforted after an injury. By becoming a bystander in her world, it forced an inner dialogue with

myself of my memories, my mistakes and my special moments. Those thoughts and

experiences shape the world we create into our eventual adulthood. It became a journey of self reflection.

Valley

Sometimes you have to get lost to be found. I lost myself on many levels, on who I wanted to be, what art to create and what was my next step. It’s a struggle that everyone faces at one point in their life, the overwhelming question of where, why and who I want to be. After my husband and I got married, we moved to the Hudson Valley to pursue my husband’s dream job. I couldn’t know at that time that our moving would also help spark and shift the internal static energy within me. I knew how to photograph and the style I liked to photograph in but I had lost my connection to my artwork. I found that in transitioning to this new terra firma, there was a sense of something bigger, yet simpler. In stripping away daily distractions and slowing down a little bit, it gave me a chance to experience my artwork as opposed to thinking it. The intimidating factors were gone, it was a fresh start for me. In this series the photographs attempt to capture the landscape of this valley, places that were once there and ones that still inspire.  In supporting my husband’s dream career pursuits, fate actually handed me mine.  

Form

Form. The word form in its context as a verb means “to bring together parts; to combine or create.” This photographic series takes everyday objects and their contours and redefines their identity by pairing them with a different perspective.  The curve of a slide, the repetition of patterns, or the jagged wooden edge of a bench draws more attention than the object itself. From youth we are taught to critically analyze people, places and things, all while missing a crucial commonality, that we are all flawed. Photographing objects instead of people creates a distance from ourselves, allowing conversation about sensitive subjects without painful reflection of our potential flaws.  Transformation has been my journey for the past two years. I have undergone a metamorphosis in mindset, allowing the deepest part of my hidden self to shine. By addressing, instead of repressing my fears and thoughts, I have begun to live, to move past the fear and allow myself to be a participant instead of an observer. Capturing an object out of context provides insight into oneself and, with right perspective, a glimpse of true beauty.