November 23rd, 2016
Some of you reading this may already know why I love what I do and why I came to be so passionate for photography. But some of you may not. If this is your first time visiting my website and my bog, hello, how are you? Thank you for visiting and I hope you enjoy your stay.
I feel that the love of art is born in chaos or a big change in ones life. This isn't always the case, and I'm not saying someone needs to go through a traumatic experience to then be an artist and good in their craft. I'm simply saying that there are quite a few artists out there that have experienced some kind of change or sad event, and they turned to art as a form of therapy and in search for an outlet to express themselves. For me, the change in my life happened around the age of 11. I lost a loved one and soon after, another loved one became very ill. This illness soon developed in what they said was a form of Alzheimer's. Anyone who's been through watching a loved one suffer through that illness can surely say that it is one of the hardest things to go through. Without going into too much detail and making this a very sad post that causes people to cry, lets just leave it with the statement that it was an extremely difficult time in my life. And in a way, it made me grow up a lot quicker.
I was a pretty creative little girl and made some killer crafts, but as I progressed through elementary school, there wasn't a particular part of art that I was really passionate about. As this change was happening in my life, I found myself needing an outlet to express myself. I tell people quite often that I needed to escape without actually leaving; and so I found photography.
I remember clearly the first time that my passion for photography hit me. I was in 6th grade on my way to Sudbury to participate in Franco-Synchro because my team had made it to the finals. If you aren't familiar with what Franco-Synchro is, it is an activity that goes on in French schools where kids will make teams and make a dance/performance routine while lip-synching to French songs. Then the teams that win in their schools gather for the final round of competitions. Anyway, we were on the bus and I was the cool kid with a disposable camera (I know I'm not old, but I feel old saying that.) I had my camera in my hand and I was looking out the window at the scenes we were driving by. We were on the highway on a stretch that was by the water and there were hills and trees all around. Now, it was winter and and overcast and it really wasn't the nicest view, but I felt compelled to photograph what I was looking at. And so I did. That moment filled me with so much joy; and I can't even really tell you why. I knew from that moment, that I wanted to create art in photographs. I wanted it to be my outlet and I wanted to show the world through my lens.
From then on I started photographing all things around me with my little point and shoot camera (I had upgraded to the cool kid camera). I mostly focused on landscape in the beginning and it's the first form of photography that I really fell in love with. My parents bought me my first DSLR camera at the age of 14, which was a Nikon D60 (now I really was a cool kid!).
I then started printing some of my work, framing them and selling them at the local Fall Fair in Chapleau along with some bookmarks and calendars. I did the Fall Fair from 8th grade all through high school. It was the funnest time, and it helped me get my work out there and develop a voice as an artist. In 11th grade, I began offering photography workshops in the hope of inspiring people to get more creative in their everyday lives and to see the world a little differently. I can honestly say those workshops were the most rewarding times of my life. My students were the absolute best and it was so much fun helping them find their own photographic voice. I also did some small gallery exhibitions showcasing my work as well as the work from my students.
In 2013, my loved one with Alzheimer's passed away. And as much as it pained me deeply to see them go, I was glad that there was no more suffering. I sat at their bedside and told them everything that I had accomplished and told them that because of what I had been through, all the pain and tears, I had grown strong and turned that painful change into something beautiful and meaningful. I'm not saying that they had to go through this to make me a photographer; but I'm saying that they opened my eyes. I know that life is short and that it should be filled with meaningful moments. And I believe that I can make a difference with my photography. I believe that I can inspire people to be creative, to be happy and to be strong. With my art, I can ease peoples pain and show them that it will be okay.
Thank you very much for reading probably the longest and most meaningful blog post to date.
I hope you enjoyed reading about how photography was introduced to me and why I chose it as my path.
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