Photo credit: My six year old son
I was raised with the teachings of living in the bush, the farm and the city. I grew up eating bannock and bismarcks; drinking pic-a-pop and jersey cream; devouring dried moose meat and pickled herring; walking in mukluks and roller skating in the basement; finding treasures at the garbage dump and under the christmas tree; picking blueberries and watering carrots; ice fishing and reading sweet valley twins. I was told stories of the rougarou and of the Holy Spirit, and I knew that my ancestors were heinz-57. Now I eat salmon and blackberries; walk among the cedars with my sons and hear the whales breathe in the mist; stand with a camera always in my hand while the eagles fly overhead.
How did I become a photographer?
It has taken years of training and a lot of practice to be where I am. My first camera was a fluorescent pink 35mm that I used to document my very first concert, New Kids on the Block, in Saskatoon, SK on my 9th or was it 10th(?) birthday. My interest continued in high school, where a friend introduced me to B&W 35mm film and the dark room. Years later I found myself on the path of completing an honours degree in Fine Arts with a newborn baby in my arms. Then in 2012, while expecting my second child, I undertook a diploma in professional photography at the Western Academy of Photography in Victoria, BC. As an artist with a special interest in contemporary Indigeneity and the importance of telling our own stories through our own lens, I document my journey as a Metis mother and the lives of those who want to share their stories with me.
Where are you?
I currently reside with my family in the burbs of Victoria, BC. Respectfully, in the traditional territories of the Coast Salish peoples.