The Note

I found this poem today, after talking with friends about the power of lists in our lives. I know when I die my children will have my notebooks, filled with lists of my daily chores, struggles and intentions and through these, perhaps more than anything, they will have a sense of how I lived my days.

This poem was inspired by William Carlos Williams This is Just To Say

The Note

Today I found a note,
tucked in a journal, 
it exposed a chink in time
that winked at me 
with treacherous mischief.

Blue Hill, it said.
And don’t forget ,

A life distilled 
in a simple list 
of kindness
and indulgence.

Tuscany Residency

I’m halfway through my residency in Tuscany and filled with lots of new ideas and influences. Looking outside my window it is still early spring, the hills are faded green and muted browns, the buildings blending in with the natural palette of the hillside. At every turn you find ancient churches, hidden chapels, medieval villages so tiny that only access is by foot. I’m based in the hills of the Chinati region, surrounded by grape vines and olive trees and staying in a house built next to a church over a thousand years old. Chianti is sandwiched between Florence and Siena and the art of the Renaissance is everywhere. I’ve become obsessed with these miniature portraits and have been scouring antique markets for various frames and objects to use with my work. Making some new things that you can see below and saving time for fun experiments too!

Upcoming Exhibitions

Lots of exciting news to share this month.

March 9th - I’m off to the Manhattan Fine Press fair to show some books and meet fellow book artists from around the country. I’ll be taking Keepsakes and The Call and am excited to share them with some new folks.

March 23rd - Janus Rising has been extended to the end of March with a closing reception at 6pm at Gallery 169 in Santa Monica. LA folks who missed the first show do try and stop by and check it out.

April 13th - Janus Rising heads to Mexico where I will be showing for a month with my new gallery - San Miguel Photographic Gallery. This will be my first visit to Mexico so it’s a real treat as well as a wonderful opportunity to show in Jo’s cool new space.

April 26th at 6pm will be the opening for Kindred, a collaborative show with fellow artists Tobia Makover, Lori Vrba and Dawn Surratt in Savannah, GA. These women are all personal heroes of mine and it is beyond an honor to be included with them in this one night only, site specific installation.

Janus Rising - Opening Reception

Despite the rain we had a terrific reception for Janus Rising at Gallery 169 in Santa Monica. Thank you to my dear friends and colleagues who came out to support me and the work. I feel so very grateful to be part of such a vibrant community of artists and fellow photographers.

The show will continue to be up through March 3rd and the gallery is open Mon - Fri 10am - 3pm or by appointment.

Gallery 169
Janus Rising on Artsy

Thank you!

Photo credit Eric Minh Swenson

The Way Life Is

The Way Life Is - is an exhibition in Portland at UMVA Gallery at Portland Media Center, 516 Congress Street in Portland, Maine from Feb 1 - 22. The exhibition focuses on the way life is for the hard working families of Maine as interpreted by artists from across the state working in a variety of media.

I am thrilled to have two pieces included in the show from a series I did a while ago about my uncle, Earl Goodine. Earl’s sister Esther was married to my father when he was alive; and I am lucky enough to count Earl amongst my extended family. He introduced me to Maine at an impressionable age, when I was still keen to learn how to clean a fish properly and boat alongside swimming moose on Moosehead Lake. Earl was one of the many reasons I fell in love with Maine and I wouldn’t be where I am now without him.

The opening reception is Friday 1st from 5-8pm. I sadly cannot attend, but if you are in town drop by and check it out.

Picking Up the Pieces

I saw today

that you had made something


And I knew what it had cost you

that beauty.

Too much, almost,

for one person

to contain.

It was only yesterday 

that we wrote

of the dreary now of waiting

For the spark to break

the heavy spell.

I’m trying to see 

the road to there 

from here.

I said.

Let’s leave now

you replied.

We’re better there.

For Lori
October 2018

Photo NOLA 2018

My first time at PhotoNola and it was so great! Got to spend time with some great people, see some wonderful work and share what I’ve been working on! 

Portfolio ready!

Portfolio ready!

The photo walk

The photo walk


Sharing my latest portfolio and some books


Recollections is a joint show between artist Diana Bloomfield and myself. Curated by Panopticon gallery directory Kat Kiernan, our work intersects around the essence of memory and a shared love for the natural world.

The reception is on Thursday November 8th in Boston, when Diana and myself will also both be giving an artist talk. You can sign up for the Facebook event here.


CMCA Biennial - November 3

Anneli Skaar and I are doing an installation piece entitled “A Part of The Maine” for this year’s CMCA biennial. The installation comprises a painted screen by Anneli together my photographs, curated in vintage frames behind it. It’s a culmination of a year long project and it is truly exciting to see it come to fruition.

For more info about the project and our journey, visit A Part of The Maine

2018 Biennial E-vite.jpg


Thank you to everyone who came out for to see the show this summer on North Haven. So thankful for the support from this amazing community and to my extraordinarily talented partner in crime Anneli Skaar! The work from the show is now up on the website too for those of you who missed it.

Pool Mornings

The woman to my right wears a pink swimming cap, goggles and big yellow flippers on her hands. They make me think of ducks and waddling, but she is smooth in the water, efficient and undaunted. The man on my right wears a weathered swim cap complete with stars and stripes,  faded and clearly past its prime.  As I make my way slowly past him, he pauses, looks at me a beat before turning.  I look away too, swimming on, gamely eyeing the clock and making promises.  When done, stars and stripes rises up exhaling, taking up space, expanding. He shakes the water from his body like an old bear after fishing in the river.  Flipper lady has done three lengths to my every one, miraculously I am undeterred.  For now this is my solace. It clears my head and I feel the fog of morning shifting, the dirty business of breakfast's chaotic squabbling recedes in my rear view. For now there is only cool water and rhythmic observation. 



Arms hug across our chests.
Like chilly birds we flap
to warm ourselves
against the wind
snapping at our faces.

Like an old lady
the ferry groans and shifts,
making her way across the bay,
begrudging and proud

We huddle on benches,
watery eyes squinting at the cold.
Like hardy parishioners,
embattled and determined

Across the bay
the island sleeps,
waiting out winter's
crisp embrace. 

We soldier on 
through the off-season —

tethered by
this crossing
of the sea.