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10/23/2026

This is 50. Fifty years of breath and life. Of time spent trying, learning, failing and laughing. I am not the type of woman to sit and wait to see what the world gives me and I expect it to give me nothing except the ability to reach out and take what I dream of. I woke up before dawn with a plan to create beautiful images that made me feel worthy of 50 years and that is what did.
But long before this image was taken I created a plan. A literal spreadsheet listing out my ideas, what gear I would need, where I would create, time of day, etc. I saved money, bought a new lens for my camera, booked a trip, planned an adventure. My birthday was months ago yet this is just being shown now, why? Because still there was more to do. To put images together that perfectly exposed the scene, edit out tables, chairs, lamps. Hours more of work for just 1 image. Hours spent in the quiet concentration of creating art.
For me, art is not simply me in a pretty dress, it’s the representation of a life spent in the pursuit of my dreams. In a city known for its art, my dream is to create something I am proud of, something that says here’s me in my first half century. Not something that I think should hang with the masters but a step in the direction of my own personal greatness. So to everyone who has cheered me on, and even to those who have jeered, thank you. You push me further towards my dreams each day.

10/21/2026

When I first began to think on this concept I imagined it as a gritty dark tribute to the spooky season we’re in. The entering of Fall and the coming of All Hallows Eve, but something happened along the way. I saw something soft and beautiful in draping myself in a large lacey overlay. The posing and mood was ethereal and something spoke to me in those moments. So much so that when I began to edit this image and tried adding dark elements to it, it didn’t feel right. Didn’t fit. So I kept it light. Airy. Now I can see clearly why I did it this way.
I’m wearing a piece of fabric that was crocheted before I was born and given to me after the passing of a relative. There’s a quiet comfort in knowing someone you have lost is still here with you, in possessions, memories and spirit. The smokiness in the air around me is just that, a physical manifestation of the spirits of those we’ve lost. The ghosts that visit me in dreams, the laughter you swear you can still hear if you try hard enough and the love that their memories wrap around you as you continue living.

09/23/2026

For years, I envisioned settling along a warm, vibrant coastline, drawing contrast to the cold, dramatic seas of the Northeast. When I eventually made the journey south, the defining revelation was not just the sea, but the profound presence of the landscape. Accustomed to dense forests, I was captivated by the rich palette of green thriving right at the water’s edge. This is an ode to my coastal home, a visual reflection on the space where city life and shoreline converge, enfolded by continuous, vivid greenery.

09/08/2026

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09/07/2026

I mark the passing of each year with a photo. Now since I always take photos it may seem like nothing special but it’s a silent reflection of another year around the sun. The passing of time and more lessons I’ve learned. This year has been no exception. I was able to close out my 40’s with accomplishments I never dreamed myself capable of and with that came a promise to cherish the life I have been given and the lives of those around me.
This year I chose to spend the first hours of my fiftieth year with the man I love in a city I lose myself in each time I go. I got to see art I have only dreamed of and stare out over this beautiful piazza from my window. I awoke before dawn to dress and curl my hair, to beat the crowds and lay myself at the feet of one of Bernini’s greatest works. I could not have asked for a more beautiful scene as early morning joggers and half the carabinieri passed by. Giving myself to the art of creating in a city full of masterpieces was every bit as thrilling and humbling as I imagined it to be.
Thank you to everyone who wished me well on my day and everyone who continues along with my journey. May the next fifty years bring dreams I’ve yet to behold.

09/04/2026

I never thought I’d have a favorite painting but I have always been so moved by Saint Jerome Writing by Caravaggio. So moved, in fact, that I flew to Rome so I could experience it in person. I welled with tears seeing such an incredible piece of art. Dark, deathly, almost disturbing. For all the times I have been told my art is too dark, macabre or too weird I think of this work by one of the masters of his craft. And I smile and politely disagree. I am drawn to darkness in life, the beauty it holds and am proud that I can see it that way. That I am so moved by something created over 400 years ago, something so cherished it survived all that time. Until we meet again, Saint Jerome.

08/10/2026

I am excited to announce that I will be contributing to NBP Collective, an online YouTube community where we talk about creating, editing, inspiration. You name it! Take a look, subscribe for more and join the collective!
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08/09/2026

A little over a week ago I got the text I knew someday would come but one that broke my heart nonetheless. It’s a strange feeling, grieving someone who has yet to pass but that’s what we did. A collective bargaining of calls, messages and tears as we said our final goodbyes. I won’t claim you and I remained close over the years but you were always a dear friend who I could count on to make me laugh, share a poignant word and keep me grounded.
You passed away yesterday and today was the first day we all woke up without you here, not with us on this spinning earth. And while I am forever grateful that you no longer feel pain I am angry that what should have been a simple life held so much hurt for you. Angry that the vibrant smile you held is only here now in our memories.
As if from a dream I saw this image the day I processed you were leaving us. I saw this in my mind and knew I had to create it for you. The Lonely Bench serves as a way to process grief. To say goodbye and tell you I love you one last time. This image will live on as a reminder that while you no longer walk among us, you inspired so many people with your fight and I will never forget your beautiful smile.

I love you Lisa.

07/28/2026

Be the bigger person. Do what’s right. Do what’s expected of you. Be professional. Stand up straight. Don’t show weakness.
Have you ever felt like all these rules are bu****it? Like you’re the only one following them? They’re suffocating. And I, for one, am sick of them.

07/02/2026

As America prepares to celebrate 250 years as a nation I cannot help but reflect on what it’s like to live in a country founded by the desire for peace and freedom. I am incredibly lucky to have grown up in a land where I can read, write, drive and create the art that burns within me. That I can look the way I want and still have a thriving career. That I control my own finances and make the decisions that are best for my own health and happiness. May this beautiful land continue to thrive for the next 250 years and beyond.