My mom was a photographer. My dad literally wrote the book on digital typography. (Darkroom was next to the letterpress.)
First I was a poet. If it mattered, I wrote poems about it. My poems needed books, so I designed them. Publishing poem books made me happy but poor. I gave up the poems and designed ads for big companies. I made some money. It was amazing.
But I didn’t feel like I could ever say something. I was supposed to help companies sell things, which had nothing to do with what I believe in. And design always ended in thoughts, not feelings. Beauty was as close as I could get to those. So in big way, I felt like I was lying. I could only speak with style; I was missing what mattered.
I started making pictures in 2014. Portraits gave me the emotion of language, the structure of design, and the power of collaboration. In 2025 I went full-time. For 20 years I followed my father’s path. Now I honor my mom.
Since 2004, I have…
- toured North America as a one-time slam poet; founded a small press; organized and photographed seven National Poetry Slams
- cofounded and creative directed a legendary guidebook to Albuquerque (NM)
- fallen in love a few times
- directed design for two organic farms, a vegan restaurant, and a feminist porn festival
- taught myself bookbinding and woodworking (and photography)
- moved across the US five times
- never given up my sense of play
For a few years I hosted hundreds of couchsurfers from around the world. Danes are the best. Sorry, Swedes.