My mother crying on a piano that was out of tune.
The first time I had witnessed a pain deeper than the lashes of a belt. I didn't realize how constant that feeling would become as the clouds continually circled overhead.
My grandfather built this church and he finally rests beside it. A juxtaposition of light and dark I'd come to appreciate.
The kitchen was always filled with the sweat of Louisiana's backwoods. His father was educated in a time of the uneducated. My grandmother must have seen the writing on the walls. The apple falls on the stones that they paved for us.
before it's nothing
than vivid lost images.
BFA in Photography. University of North Texas.
University of North Texas, Full Circle. Denton, Texas.
A Stone's Throw, BFA Show. Denton, Texas.
Texas Fashion Collective, Full Circle. Denton, Texas.
Deep Red Press.