Where are you going?

Where are you going, my little one, my little one.

Where are you going, my baby, my own?

Turn around and you’re two.

Turn around and you’re four,

Turn around and you’re a young girl going out of my door.

Turn around, turn around,

Turn around, and you’re a young girl going out of my door. 

The day after you take one of your daughters to college and your mind continues to loop the thought,  ‘How did this happen so fast?’ The silly imagination and clothing choices that may have been a bit fashion forward had been molded and shaped into a grown up version of a vibrant and earnest girl. I just turned around, just for a brief moment…

Turn around and you’re tiny

Turn around and you’re grown

Today she still exudes that same childlike quality. Her love and passion for all things are undergirded with wisdom and grace, and bit more life experience. There is so much more to learn in the journey that lies ahead. When I turn around, my days are richer, saturated with moments that are beyond that which I could have ever imagined when I first held her in my arms so many years ago.

There is one more, one more girl to watch and remember as the moments gather in my mind as I sing, Where are you going, my little one, my little one…

Turn Around by Malvina Reynolds

Musical Influence


On a recent day trip, my husband and I visited Stetson University, a liberal arts college in Central Florida. Our visit was not so much focused on the university, but an event that was hosted there. The Florida Bandmasters Association was recognizing a friend whose achievement in the classroom had won him the honour of being inducted in their Florida Bandmasters Association Hall of Fame.

With a banquet hall filled with music educators, we had the privilege of hearing personal testimonies of many who were influenced by those being honoured. Even though I had never sat in their band room, I was touched by the dedication and passion for their students and the arts.

Many years after I was a student, I remember the music teachers who nurtured a love for the arts, especially music, in me. My memories are vivid and emotions are strong when recounting moments in private lessons, rehearsals, and concerts. Friendships have spanned decades.

As my husband and I sat by our junior high band director and his wife, my first flute teacher, I was overwhelmed with gratitude. A legacy of creating music has been handed from teacher to student.

The rudiments and repercussions are generational.

Those Daunting Lists!

You remember to write it down. You even look at the list in the morning because you remember writing it down last night. That look comes over your face, a sort of cringe, your brow furrows just a bit.

That has been my routine for quite a while. Intentions are just that, intentions.

There have been two things on my perpetual list: continue my work of documenting aging and dementia through art and blogging. The first began while I was a student at Rollins College. My digital photography course required a semester long project culminating with a peer review of our work. Throughout the semester, we were also required to blog about our ongoing work. Well, the end of the semester came, as did my time to graduate. Silence.

Through much encouragement from my own family, I am picking up the torch (a.k.a. camera) and getting back in to the driver’s seat or saddle (which ever applies to you) and moving forward with my art and this blog.

Until next time…

Final Portfolio in Photography


Photography can have a powerful impact on both the audience and the photographer. As the photographer, this series has been very cathartic due to the personal aspect of the project. After losing my mother recently, the quickly progressing dementia in my father-in-law had pushed me into a place where I needed to process the emotions. Shooting these images has enabled me to find a place of purpose and use the influence of art to share a story that at one time or another touches us all.


 Artist Statement                                                                                                The inevitability of aging and the peripheral ailments that accompany this process is something I have witnessed first hand through the relationship with my father-in-law. I have watched him deteriorate over the years, first mentally and now physically. The memories in my mind of a vivacious and loving man are in contrast with what I see now, the slow unraveling of life. With mortality as the subject, my images are not of just anyone. They are images that provide an intimate and private perspective of a man’s difficulties as well as his perseverance and resolve.


My project challenges the viewer to look closely with their eyes, imagine what they might hear with their ears, and reflect on their own life and ponder their own mortality. My photographs capture the evidence of an ailing man’s life to communicate the soul that still exists within the universal inevitability of aging. Using a documentary style, I seek to explore the visualization of life through the consecutive moments that pass before our eyes, literally and figuratively.





Venae Cavae: Blog post response 13

The interesting aspect of Newark, NJ and any other metropolitan downtown area, are the sights and sounds that intermix and layer on top of each other to create a scene that is unique unto its own. The Gallery Aferro, located on Market Street in Newark, is  “an artist-originated organization serving a diverse community through the import and export of ideas.” They also have a year round residency program.

In a recent exhibition, Venae Cavae,an interactive video art installation by artists Marc D’Agusto and Eric Valosin, uses sculpture and light installation, as well as video.

“Like the veins of the same name in human body, which carry deoxygenated    blood back to the heart to be revitalized,the viewer and passersby are            transported into the landscape, to become signs of life, light, and vitality amidst the ambiguously apocalyptic landscape.”

 The interactive installation is activated by those that walk in front of it. This creates a relationship between the art, the viewer, and the space in which it is seen.


Venae Cavae

Marc D’Agusto

Eric Valosin



What is Real? chapter 7 response

Reading through chapter 7 of Liz Wells’ Photography: A Critical Introduction, the subject of electronic imaging is discussed by theorists and art critics. In the chapter, the “truthfulness” of photography is an important discussion when considering digital or analog photography. Does digital photography remove the truth? What is the truth? What is “normal”?

Sarah Kember, a writer on new media, photography and feminist culture, suggests that what is real “has already been lost in the act of representation.” If you create a representation of someone or something, are you truth? Or real? Photographs may be a true representation of the image that has been captured but some will argue that the photograph is not the “truth”.

Authentic is another label used to describe an image, whether analog or digital. Authentic: based on facts; accurate or reliable. I would have to say that a photographic image could be authentic, based on facts, something that resembles the original. Truth, on the other hand, means that which is in accordance (conforming) with fact or reality. Does an image conform to reality? Maybe…I will let you know when I figure it out.