Growing up poor in Stockton, California, I wasn’t exposed to culture. We were not in the financial position to be able to afford drawing pads or even a camera. But my mother would tell me to love my uniqueness and never let anyone discourage my creativity. So, I sought refuge in my imagination, and secretly create art through my mind’s eye from the everyday things around me.
I moved to New York City in 2003, I discovered an amazing world I never knew existed, where imagination becomes reality. When I met my husband, then boyfriend, he bought me my first camera and art supplies and encouraged me to take as much time as necessary to find my passion and that fire in my belly.
That, I did. I became a self-taught photographer and graphic artist, immersing myself in learning as much as I could, with as many different types of cameras and mediums.
People ask me, “What inspires you?” The answer is simply, “everything and anything.” I still look at the world with doe-eyed excitement. I create art from what I find beautiful. Through my lens, I tell people a story, with each photograph being a character in that tale. The emotion, I feel and see, are expressed through my pictures, often with stunning vibrancy and colors; sometimes, with a muted pallet.
I truly love what I do. Even now, a decade and a half later, I still get excited by the simplest things, like how majestic and stunning the clouds are, and I will dash for my camera; completely becoming intoxicated by them. And always in everything I do is a piece of my mom. Her beauty and the unconditional love she gave me is my greatest influence and inspiration.