Sensations, Dreams, and Premonitions

I recently turned 28, which isn't old, but it certainly feels significant, at least in the sense that I am at a point to where I'm not exactly sure what the future means. I'm learning to make no accordance with these ideas of being a certain person by a certain age because honestly, it's not as momentous as I had thought it at one time. It's only with age that I'm making this defined... or undefined; but spending days and life (for the most part) exactly how I want and making it the best I can.

Birthdays have always been on a level of expectation that can't ever seem to be equalized. I told myself that it was more important to have a great day rather than making it a fuss; and it worked. It is thanks to my husband and some of my close friends that this came to fruition.

Canoeing on the Harpeth River in a rain storm with a disposable camera was the best idea ever. Thanks Carissa! ( we shared the duties of documentation with one another)


getting honest with myself

This measurable period has expired. Being so stifled by failure that my productivity is nonexistent or letting my timid nature take over is no longer valid. Trying to get past this quicksand phase is a hard thing to do, but it's getting easier... I think. Things aren't just going to fall into my lap, and for some reason I had delusional expectations that this might happen. So with that being said, here you will find current works in progress motivated by personal growth. For now there is no concrete theme or concept but rather loose ideas and my love of preservation. Pardon the lack of eloquence but I hope you enjoy, and if not, that's okay too.

So lets go back to the beginning, to when I was obsessed with taking snapshots. These happened in the most organic way possible, prior to any type of formal instruction or education on the subject. This appropriation of sorts was procured from my own personal collection: "Danielle's box of memories, DO NOT TOUCH". The images came from the alcove better known as the top shelf of my closet which also houses my old yearbooks. Riveting, I know. But here we go, back to where it all started.


PS - Every bit of these were shot on 35mm film between the years 1993-2002 and are mostly Fuji Crystal Archive prints with a few Kodak throw in.

These are the homes that I grew up in