It took me till 13 years old to convince my father that I was mature enough to hold it and take my first photographs on a family vacation to the Kennedy Space Center in Cape Canaveral, Florida.  Lucky for me, my mother had the habit of tipping the camera up or down when she snapped a photo - inevitably cutting my dad’s head or feet off in every vacation photo she took.  

 

You know when something feels right the very first time you try it?  I was captivated by the technology, the feel of the camera in my hands, but even more so, by the act of “story-telling” in the click of a shutter.  That was it, a shutter clicked in me and story-telling became my passion. It lead to my scholarship to study fine art photography in Berlin, Germany. It lead me to Los Angeles, it lead me to New York City.

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I invest all of myself in the art of story-telling and this has branched into several different mediums. My portfolio attests to some of the work I've done but it's only the beginning of what I'm capable of.

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And it all started - graciously, magnificently - at the Kennedy Space Center… taking a photo of my father, mother and brother standing beside an astronaut’s spacesuit… using my dad's prized Yashica.