Who I am versus who I wanted to be. Life in my 20’s grasped tightly to the perceived dichotomy of desired self and true self. My solution to the process was perceived to be external: that what was needed is beyond - outside of what lives within and before.Read More
Missouri continues to debate the rights and independence of a woman.
"Powerless" is a mindset; it is also an emotion and sometimes a physical reality. Freedom isn't always a choice.Read More
When I lived in New Orleans, in pursuit of opportunity that could arise in a new film market, I combatted my sense of lonesomeness with my camera. Interpreting the images of my surroundings helped me to process them in a way that deteriorated, and also sometimes emphasized my separation from them. I think this is where I developed my eye as a photographer; as in, my own distinct way of perceiving the things around me.Read More
Most times, I am stretching myself so thin, trying to make more and more and more of a day. Rare times, like the first week of my freshman year of high school, and the first time I went to summer camp, and my first week in Misery, the days seemed to somehow make more and more and more of me. The first week felt like it was a month long. Hot, sloggy days that revealed more of what all of my days ahead were to be filled with.Read More
So I’ve made myself into a bit of an insomniac. It seems appropriate, almost, for this round of reinventing, considering it’s happening in Misery. This wild, rough, country jungle in the middle of this US continental plot; the Ozarks. Everything and nothing is the same here.Read More
I recently shot with a photographer who was traveling up from LA to Portland for vacation. One of the great things about photography and modeling is that it is so collaborative, and often times leads to really awesome experiences and new friends.Read More
I personally LOVE film noir and classic Hollywood, so needless to say shooting this film has been a little bit of a dream come true.Read More
We gather information, stuff it in our bucket, and let it compress and harden until out pops a satiable nugget of what we understand as "progress". Comprehension, space, time, forgiveness. Progress is to welcome the new, while always, always accounting, and respecting, the old.
Sometimes I question why I love modeling so much. At a purely objective standpoint, it feels self-indulgent and vain. When I judge myself, it feels like a cry for validation, importance and relevance. Truthfully, it is all of those things. It's an attempt to express my relationship to myself, and the varied experiences of a very full life.Read More
I met Melanie Bowman Clarke quite a few years ago at a christmas party for the locally filmed network show, Grimm. Perhaps we were made comfortable from the start with the generosity of the open bar, but regardless it was warm and sincere connection.
I remember telling her that I had, for the first time ever, begun confidently owning "actress" as my professional title.
In the motivating shadow of the Oscars on Sunday, our sweet little film community in Portland, OR celebrated our local accomplishments at Jerry Bell Jr's event, the first annual "Indie Short Film Awards".Read More
I woke up the morning of my birthday with this song stuck in my head and these images driving through my dreams. I'm not going to call it a metaphor for something, I just wanted to light a cake on fire. The song is performed by Daughter. All footage shot and edited by me.