an apology

Is it the art that dies or the soul within that dies? I believe the art never dies. It flares within dark, bright, and mediocre emotions. But as with anything we let die; it has to be resurrected, nurtured, and brought back to life. I think anyone that naturally has a passion, an eye, a burn within for creating not just for self; but for an audience, a following, like-minded individuals, and free-spirited souls they never let it die completely within. It never departs. It only shapes more over time with pain, change, and circumstances that are out of our control. What has stirred these words you may ask? Well, first of all, thank you for taking the time to read. I think many can relate to what I want I feel I need to say. And it begins with an apology.

I am sorry for all the individuals I failed through my time of separation and divorce. It was never because I did not want to love on you, give you my very best, nor ever want to give you less than what you deserved. I simply was aching in disbelief, lost my mind for awhile, and became embarrassed by sharing where I was in life… I am sorry for ones that did not get my full attention.

As looking back from 2013 on I am amazed by the portfolio that has been built. I thank YOU for letting me make it happen. I thank YOU for trusting me. I thank YOU for helping me smile when I got to engage my mind elsewhere other than my own personal failures.

Id do anything to gain the following I once had, but know I let it die. This is a post to remind everyone that I love creating art in my mind through a lens. Take some time to look over some of my favorite images over the past 3 years that show much emotion. And I would love to book a session that represents you!



  • MomAugust 4, 2016 - 2:31 pm

    Loved all those pics and remember some of them fondly 🙂ReplyCancel

  • AmandaAugust 4, 2016 - 8:43 pm

    You are a true artisit. I have loved watching your style develop and flourish since we met in Fort Worth. Our photos are one of the biggest blessings and one of the dearest treasures that I own.ReplyCancel

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