This post card popped up in the mail last week. It was self-promo thing from over 20 years ago. A Diana camera image. When I first saw it, I recalled exactly when I made both the image and the post card. But where did it come from? I stupidly first thought it was a return to sender from 20 years ago. When I turned it over, I saw it was from a friend who had visited here a few years back and I gave her a bunch of old cards. She called the image Freedom. I think of it as childhood innocence. I simply have always made images as a need to connect to the world around me. I never referred to it as art or myself as an artist. Always thought it sounded pretentious. I make images, I use a camera. That’s it. I did enjoy exhibiting as it gave me a sense of fruition. I completed something and wished to share with whoever wanted to see my work. I always hoped to sell enough work to pay for the show. Didn’t always work out that way, but it didn’t matter. It fulfilled a need. And now my basement archive is filled with framed prints leftover from years of exhibitions. But I still love them all.
