My son was a die-hard reggae fanatic ... turned Rasta at the age of 14. As a doting mom, and respecting his path, I began to take him to Jamaica several times a year. What I didn’t expect was that many years later, after a healthcare issue, I would go back with a point-and-shoot camera and find myself discovering photography.

I hired a driver, grabbed the camera, stopped the car and found myself in people’s yards, talking to strangers down in the river washing clothes, people becoming new friends everywhere. My soul was literally on fire…

my expectation was to go to jamaica and find some healing , my smile… but i what i found was the birthplace of my visual literacy and love of photography .. all i wanted to do was grab a map and go get lost in various directions.. to get out of the car and walk.. talk to people. creating a ton of memories , and connections

for a time after this first solo trip i thought had to go back there to do photography..i thought it was dependent on this place so i went again and again many times a year for years… it is were my visual literacy grew … it is the birthplace of my connection and love of photography..

i will forever be grateful and indebted to jamaica for giving me one of my greatest loves.

it is from this very first trip alone that two images were selected for exhibition, long before i’d even consider myself a photographer. it was an honor then and every time after…