Frankie Dreams in Tucson
Many of my early photographs are the result of a rich and mysterious dream world. Not always pleasant. Sometimes disturbing. When I was a young child, then young woman, I did not know how to react or what to do with such fertile and arresting imagery. The dreams shattered rather than nourished my soul.
As I matured and began to photograph in my very late 20s my dream life became a font of endless and fantastical treasure filled with curious and peculiar visions. Creating pictures with my camera and active imagination rescued my psyche.
Whereas these visions once terrified me, I could now use them in a creative and positive way. I could accept them rather than retreat from them. This was a major revelation for me. Finally, I realized what a gifted imagination I had been blessed with. My troubling anxiety and sense of alienation could now be a source of wonderment rather than fear.