“I released the shutter, my heart thumping. If I had captured what I wanted, it would be a picture based on related shapes and deepest human feeling. A step in my own evolution.”

In retrospect, I've been 'seeing' with an artist's mindset and photographer's eyes as long back as memory allows. In my earliest, most lucid remembrances, I visualize my brother and I immersed in our parents’ and sisters’ telling and re-telling of pre-war, wartime, and post-war stories, all the while sifting through a treasure trove of small black-and-white photographs. They also shared how these precious artefacts had been transported across a heaving ocean from Bruxelles to Halifax in 1950; apparently, the 2 large boxes of photographs proportionately outnumbered my family's other immigrants' belongings. As with all 'great art', I would respond by filling in the 'empty spaces' with imagined journeys through forests, trains at twilight, danger, and safe homecomings. And, as with all 'eloquent art', these interwoven picture-stories continued to faithfully influence and enrich my own life-trajectory.

As with all 'great art', I would respond by filling in the 'empty spaces' with imagined journeys through forests, trains at twilight, danger, and safe homecomings. And, as with all 'eloquent art', these deeply meaningful, interwoven picture-stories continuously influence and enrich my own life-trajectory.

And thus began MY VOICE MY LENS: The Art and Power of Self-Portrait Photography. I wander and wonder through space and time: camera in-hand, attentive to the fluidity of light and the ways it shapes form and meaning and memory, re-negotiating my identity as I find my self embedded in landscapes, cityscapes, and waterscapes, dedicated to teaching and learning from this, my current passion project... and... framing my pictures as 'posed questions', so that one day I might make my way to an answer.