Growing up in the mountains of Colorado I was surrounded by natural beauty. It is a common theme that creeps into my art. Although my art is filled with landscapes, it is all about missing people. I didn’t begin seriously photographing until I lost my seventeen-year-old brother to suicide. With his death, I lost my voice. Photography became my connection back to the world. As I worked my way through this tragedy I began to capture the world inside as well as around me. I moved to the coast to be near the sea and to study photography at California College of the Arts. It was an interesting time to study this medium because it was the last days before digital. I was classically trained as a photographer quickly falling in love with the Polaroid Land Camera and the Holga. Both cameras had plastic lenses and light leaks that lent a dreamy quality to their images. While digital photography has a different feel, I’ve attempted to recreate the mood and aesthetic of these film cameras. As an artist I’ve never been one to create a perfect photograph; I’ve always found beauty in the imperfections and believed it to be more like real life. You can still find me driving around searching for that perfect moody shot.