This series of images of my mom’s hands are a reflection of my families journey last year when our mom became seriously ill and ultimately died. I could not bear to take photos of what my mom was going through and yet through these images of our hands...you know.
I have always appreciated photography and began my own journey years ago. I have spent decades exploring and refining my eye for seeing, respecting, and capturing the beauty around me. In fact my journey with photography has exposed me to some amazing moments – that frankly are not sufficiently captured with the lens – but they are powerful memories that stay with me just the same. I have found myself drawn to photo essays since still photography is a powerful way to translate conditions and experiences between different cultures. I am motivated and dedicated to using my skills as a photographer to tell powerful and meaningful stories that evokes an understanding and/or action.