My story with art 

It would start with high school photos that might be lost (?) … Like a lot of people I had a high school art (photo) teacher who might have saved my life. I had a few teachers in that category but Tom was special. He encouraged me and believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. I put my big scary feelings and big ideas into photo projects … Megan and I snuck into a church and she ate an apple with Ralph Waldo Emerson, a picture of Kristen printed two ways, ripped and half and put back together; and the one where I crucified Kim on a human boy cross (the boy we all happened to be in love with but that was just a coincidence). Tom smiled when he asked me to take the crumpled bible pages out of the waste basket in the studio so he didn’t get fired. 

Then James Agee made me quit photography in Ghana (“Who are you who will read these words and study these photographs, and through what cause, by what chance, and for what purpose, and by what right do you qualify to, and what will you do about it?”)

Then…