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      <image:caption>Self-portrait, circa 1998. Shot on 35mm film and later layered in Photoshop. I was experimenting with self-portraiture, memory, environment, and digital collage long before I had language for any of it. Looking back now, I can see how much I was already interested in layering identity — one version of myself inside another, one image living over another. 35mm + Photoshop overlays From the archive.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>I Forgot It in the End, c. 1998 Original lyric/performance sheet. Written while I was singing with Misoto Rolira, a band that played around Deep Ellum and Dallas, Texas in the late 1990s. I wrote this after someone I had been dating proposed to another woman while I was there to witness it. The handwritten notes — slow, turnaround, moderate, pick up, fast — were part of shaping how the song moved emotionally in performance. From the archive.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>I began exploring environmental portraiture around 1993–94, using 35mm film to photograph people in the spaces they actually lived in. I was interested in what rooms, objects, posture, and ordinary surroundings could reveal about a person that a traditional portrait might not. Then for the 1998 apartment image specifically: 1998. 35mm film, black and white. By then, environmental portraiture had already been part of my practice for several years. This photograph was made in a friend’s apartment after a breakup. I was interested in the emotional residue of the room — the clothes, the bed, the posture, the quiet — and chose black and white to keep the focus on mood and environment.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Tangled, 2026 iPhone 16 Pro Max Natural room lighting. No filter. I was sitting with someone I was close to when I noticed the way our bodies had become tangled together — legs, hands, weight, warmth. I was already inside the moment when I realized I wanted to photograph it. I’m interested in intimacy that isn’t performed for the camera: closeness, touch, softness, and the way two people can temporarily occupy the same space almost as one form. From my current work.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Self-Portrait, c. 1997 Charcoal on paper Created during a figure drawing course at UNT. One of our assignments was to create a self-portrait. I worked in charcoal, using smudging and erasure to build the image through shadow and light. Looking back at it now, I’m interested in how early I was already using self-portraiture as more than documentation — as a way of exploring mood, interiority, and how I saw myself. From the archive.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Self-Portrait, c. 1997–98 35mm photography + Photoshop overlays Created while studying at UNT. I was experimenting with 35mm photography and early digital layering in Photoshop. In this piece, I was thinking about the part of myself that stayed hidden inside — the private self behind the body, the behavior, and what other people could see. The reclining figure feels exposed, while the overlaid portrait becomes almost like an interior presence: another version of me looking out from somewhere underneath. From the archive</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>In the Studio, September 2005 Spirit House Studios — Oak Cliff, Dallas, Texas Recording Hold Me. Earlier, I had been performing with Misoto Rolira, a three-piece that included me, a guitarist, and my then-husband on drums. After my divorce in 2005, the band changed. The drummer left, and the guitarist and I continued as a two-piece under the name The Vibe. We played around Dallas, including Deep Ellum and Bishop Arts. This photograph comes from that transition — personal life changing, the band changing, and me still making music through it.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Untitled, 2012 Acrylic on canvas During this period I had moved from oils into acrylics and was primarily exploring color, composition, rhythm, and visual impact.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>2026. Environmental self-portrait. Shot on an iPhone 16 Pro Max. When I was learning photography, one of the things I was taught was that the best camera is the one you have with you. In the 1990s, that was usually a 35mm camera. Now, it’s my iPhone. I’m returning to environmental portraiture by turning the camera toward myself — documenting my own spaces, body, rest, texture, and quiet sensuality. No filter. The magenta light was actually in the room. The camera changed. The way I see didn’t.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Untitled, 2012 Acrylic on canvas During this period I was working with darker imagery and darker color relationships, exploring struggle, intimacy, alcohol, and disconnection. The imagery isn’t meant to resolve into one literal narrative. I was interested in the tension between desire, vulnerability, compulsion, and rupture.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Environmental Portrait, c. 2012 My son in our home. I had spent years photographing adults in their environments, but this was one of the first times I consciously turned that approach toward a child — my own. I wanted the room, the television, the rug, and his scale within the space to be as much a part of the portrait as he was.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Complicated Girl — October 26, 1998 Original lyric sheet, written and performed with Misoto Rolira. I was fiercely independent in my twenties, and this song came out of something I kept encountering: men who were drawn to that independence, but then wanted to control or change it once we were together. I wasn’t interested in being told what to want, what to think, or who to become in order to make a relationship work. They called me complicated. I called it individuality. From the archive</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Experiment, c. 2010s Dry-erase marker on office whiteboard I had a whiteboard in my office and started drawing on it just to see what I could do with the surface. I’ve always been interested in making something out of whatever material happens to be available.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Self-Portrait, c. 1990s 35mm photograph Created while I was studying photography. I was experimenting with light, softness, and form, trying to make something less literal and more atmospheric — almost dreamlike or mystical. I was interested in what happened when the figure began to disappear into light and shadow.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>Environmental Portrait, 2026 iPhone 16 Pro Max Parks Mall — Arlington, Texas I was on a date when I noticed the person I was with moving through the space. I found myself quietly watching him and became interested in the composition — the way he sat within the frame, the lighting, the design elements around him, and the scale of the environment. I photographed the moment as I saw it. From my current work</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>The Vibe, 2005 With Michael Thompson. Photographed in my parents’ backyard in Grand Prairie. After Misoto Rolira ended as a three-piece, Michael and I continued making music together as The Vibe. We played around Dallas, including Deep Ellum, Bishop Arts, and Absinthe Lounge at South Side on Lamar. This was the same year I divorced, and music remained one of the ways I moved through a period of major change. From the archive.</image:caption>
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      <image:caption>My Sweet Angel — July 15, 2026 Poem written for Taffy. I’ve been writing poetry for decades. I used to keep the words on paper. Now I write on my phone and save them digitally. I wrote this when I realized I was going to have to say goodbye to my dog, Taffy. The following week, I made the decision to let her go because her quality of life had changed and she needed peace. This was part of how I processed loving her, grieving her, and letting her go. From my current writing.</image:caption>
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