Brought together by the YWCA and their Connect to Success program, I met Rocio tonight on Granville Island. It’s a small world - she knew who I was before this because I’d participated in the Connecting the Dots show last Fall, which she’d co-curated with Masha for Culture Days. I love discovering small but significant connections like that. Masha and I met in the pie shop down the street from my house and I’d showed her prints as we ate big slabs of pie. Rocio and I met down the way from Emily Carr University which she attends and I had a giant cookie while she had a cranberry square and tea. I really enjoyed and appreciated Rocio’s honesty and candidness, alongside her kind and encouraging words. It was insightful to hear of her experiences on this day, the day before we’re about to celebrate women across the globe. There’s a lot to be said about someone pursuing their passions, returning to school, and raising a family after years of being in the corporate world. It’s not backwards or wrong and I believe there is merit in whichever path we land on.
That said, I was in the shower recalling “impostor syndrome,” something my dear friend Gail had mentioned just about a year ago, and again in conversation more recently this year. And so when Rocio and I were talking today, I realized that perhaps this is something that afflicts me. Christian has picked up on this, mentioning it multiple times before (unbeknownst to my talk with Gail), and his sense of intuition is so so keen. This is a bit revealing to admit in a venue such as this, but I am putting this out there… I have been working really hard at maintaining an art practice and juggling a basic need to live by finding decent, stable employment. Now that I’m finally in the groove of it all (going into my eighth month), I admit to living with a slight fear that everything I’m trying my best to grow can potentially be easily taken away. By who or what? I don’t exactly know. One of the things I took away from Rocio today was the need as an artist, as a strong, female artist, is to demand and to command a feeling of entitlement, and to feel deserving of one’s successes. There’s something about this growing fire in my belly…
And another
Just one of who-knows-how-many photos in my archive that hadn’t been touched since being taken
Happy two thousand twelve!
From 2007, photographing my major thesis - a happy accident. Revisiting old photos, clearly.
I am showing my P. D. A. series (2007) again this weekend! New city, new context at Connecting the Dots at Five Sixty Club. I first showed it four years ago at the end of my third year in a hallway, as part of the annual Maximum Exposure exhibition at my school. And then a year and a half later, Mary Kelly chose it as one of the works she wanted to demonstrate her critiquing methods on. This time it was at my new school, on the other side of the country.
Connecting the Dots has a closing soiree this Sunday, October 2nd at 7pm with live performances.
On a related note, re-vamped website! Still very much a work in progress, but peep it :)
Artwork Information:
P. D. A.*
Year: 2007
Chromogenic prints
Size (inch): 11 x 14
Artist Statement
There are numerous cultural and social apprehensions surrounding the act of nursing in a public area. The photographic studio is unique in that it is a place…


Fall ‘07, Spring ‘08


Spring ‘08, Fall ‘07
Photographed in 2006 from a car while on a highway in Toronto - this particular view, years later, became the impetus for a new series shot in Singapore that I’ve started working on
Robert Hengeveld’s Pickled Tense at the Harbourfront Centre two weeks ago