03/27/2016
This photo is a part of the Sacred Spaces Holy Places exhibit in the Nails in The Wall Gallery in Metuchen NJ. This is the story behind the photo-
When I became a photographer in1990, I had been working as a make-up artist for many years. I used my skills in both realms to make unique portraits of groups and individuals, relishing the art of processing the film and printing the black and white photographs in the dark room. Then I introduced color onto the prints by sepia-toning and hand-coloring them with oil paints. My techniques added a more whimsical and unexpected dimension to the images.
As time went on and digital photography evolved, something about the technology drew me toward photographing the wider world and I began to bring my love of nature and particularly flowers into my work as a photographer.
On Christmas Day in 2007, my whole world changed when I adopted my daughter from a remote region in far Eastern Russia. She was two years old at the time and had been living in an orphanage for babies since her birth. It was a grey, chilly world, the culmination of a long wait and complicated process, but when I took her up in my arms for the first time, all that fell away I was filled with the warmth and light of absolute joy.
I grew up in England and moved to America in 1984. My parents followed a few years later. My father is English and a talented artist and my mother who my daughter calls “Nana” is an avid gardener and is Irish. So my daughter is growing up with a global view of the world and an appreciation for beauty, art and nature.
All of this came together in August 2013 when we took my daughter to Ireland for a family reunion. One of the highlights of our trip was visiting the old abandoned farmhouse in the remote rural area where my mother grew up. We all walked from the house through a small forest and out into a meadow filled with buttercups, a field that holds special memories for my mother who spent many happy days playing there with her brothers and sisters in the late 1930s and early 1940s. We all watched in delight as my daughter ran with abandon through the flowers in that same field. It was a moment that connected my Russian child to my family’s history, to her Irish heritage, to her Nana and to the wild beauty of nature. The photographer in me was inspired to capture this scene and the resulting image, taken with my Canon SLR, made me reflect on how how fleeting time is. I recognize that to use a camera to capture magical moments like this is a wonderful gift.