vignette photos

Having grown up in New York City, a barn wasn’t something I saw very often at all. An Uncle, Aunt and cousins lived in a rural part of Connecticut though and, when a rare visit occurred, I was out there photographing all the trees, grass and the “brook” which was a body of water somehow different than a creek or stream. My love of an old barn began there.

Some of those photographs remained in my portfolio throughout my teen years and helped me get accepted into the photo schools of NYU, Parsons School of Design, School of Visual Arts, Pratt Institute, and Rochester Institute of Technology. I chose RIT, mainly because I wanted to move out and experience life away from the city and my nuclear family. Fun fact: it wasn’t until I moved up to Rochester that I saw a cow “in real life” at the age of 17.