“It frequently happens… ‘and this is one of the charms of photography that the operator himself discovers upon examination, perhaps long afterwards, that he has depicted many things he had no notion of at the time. Sometimes inscriptions and dates are found upon the buildings, or printed placards most irrelevant, are discovered upon their walls: sometimes a dial-plate is seen, “upon it- unconsciously recorded- the hour of the day at which the view was taken”.’”

-plaque in the Walker Evans Gallery, ‘Carbon and Silver’, at the Fenimore Art Museum

 

Art has always been an understated element of my family. Something not in the forefront of life, but quietly driving our actions, from painting to photography, from wood carvings to illustrations. I started out doodling and writing, moved on to include sketching, and during my freshman semester in London picked up photography. Self taught, merely experimenting, teaching myself what angles, lighting, background, and colors meant to the intent of an image, I've learned much by getting lost in the world.