“ resume ” by flashfoto
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Pennsylvania Council on the Arts, Visual Arts Fellowship
Eastman Kodak Company, Materials Grant
WORK IS INCLUDED IN THE FOLLOWING COLLECTIONS:
National Museum of American History (Smithsonian),
Washington, DCHarry Ransom Humanities Research Center, University of Texas at Austin
Library of Congress, Washington, DC
Center for Creative Photography, University of Arizona at Tucson
The Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, TX
Museum of Art, Philadelphia, PA
Free Library of Philadelphia, Philadelphia, PA
Lehigh University Museum, Bethlehem, PA
Allentown Art Museum, Allentown, PA
The Reader’s Digest Association, Pleasantville, NY
Center for Photography
at Woodstock, Woodstock, NY
Bibliotheque Nationale, Paris, France
Musée de la Photographie, Charleroi, Belgium
Collection Hartkamp, Amerongen, The Netherlands
Centre Régional de la Photographie, Nord Pas-de-Calais, France
Muzeum Sztuki, Lodz, Poland
WORK HAS BEEN REVIEWED BY AND/OR FEATURED IN:
The Washington Post ; New York Newsday ; The Philadelphia Inquirer ; Photo Metro
San Francisco Camerawork ; Philadelphia City Paper ; Camera Arts Magazine ; Art
Matters ; The Photo Review ; Photographer’s Forum Magazine ; Focus (Holland) ; Camera Austria ;
Foto (Holland) ; Revista Extra Camera (Venezuela)
Canon Image Center, Amsterdam, The Netherlands ~ Galerie Vitamin,
The Harbourfront Center, Toronto, Ontario ~ International Fototage, Herten, Germany
Galerie Image, Arhus, Denmark ~ Centro Colombo Americano, Medellin, Colombia
Focal Point Gallery, City Island, NY ~ San Francisco
Camerawork, San Francisco, CA
Blue Sky Gallery, Portland, OR ~ Lehigh University Art Galleries, Bethlehem, Pa
Moore College of Art & Design, Philadelphia, PA ~ ONE9ZERO6 Gallery, Austin, TX
Walnut Street Gallery, Perkasie, PA ~
Pittsburgh Filmmakers Gallery, Pittsburgh, PA
Harrisburg Community College, Harrisburg, PA ~ Fleisher Art Memorial, Philadelphia, PA
The Philadelphia Print Club, Philadelphia, PA ~ The Booktrader Gallery, Philadelphia, PA
Museum of Contemporary Photography, Chicago, IL ~ The Salmagundi Club, New York, NY
Kerns Art Center, Eugene, OR ~ Center for Photography at Woodstock, Woodstock, NY
The Aldrich Museum of Contemporary Art, Ridgefield, CT
~ Vision Gallery, San Francisco, CA
Larson Gallery Guild, Yakima, WA ~ Philadelphia Museum of Art, Philadelphia, PA
Portland State University, Portland, OR ~ Laguna Gloria Art Museum, Austin, TX
Lubbock Fine Arts Center, Lubbbock,
TX ~ Creative Arts Workshop, New Haven, CT
Westport Arts Center, Westport, CT ~ School of Art, University of Akron, Akron, OH
Maryland Federation of Art, Annapolis, MD ~ The Long Island Arts Council, Freeport, NY
University, Millersville, PA ~ Perkins Center for the Arts, Moorestown, NJ
Spectrum Gallery, Rochester, NY ~ The Pennsylvania State Museum, Harrisburg, PA
Arlington Art Center, Arlington, VA ~ Allentown Art Museum, Allentown, PA
A. Michener Art Museum, Doylestown, PA ~ Abington Art Center, Jenkintown, PA
Silver Eye Gallery, Pittsburgh, PA ~ Bucks County Community College, Newtown, PA
Westinghouse Corporate Headquarters, Pittsburgh, PA ~ The Print Center,
“ Our Story! ” by YoungBride21
Trisha is entering her last year of college at Marymount University in Arlington, VA, where she is studying to be a nurse. When she's not rushing between classes,
clinicals, and the library, she is a part-time nanny for a wonderful family. Upon graduation, she wants to continue her work with children and become a pediatric nurse of some kind.
John just graduated from the American University in Washington, DC, with degrees in History and Economics. He is a brother in the Sigma Chi Fraternity, and counts his fraternity brothers among his
closest friends. Throughout college John was actively involved in Air Force ROTC, and he is now a 2nd Lt. on his way to Air Force training.
We met in the Junior ROTC program at Rancho Cucamonga High School. The professor thought it would be a good idea to sit us next to each other, since John was a goody-two-shoes know it all, and Trisha was quiet and shy. At first, Trisha thought
John was mean and scary, but it turned out he wasn't so bad.
WHEN WE GOT ENGAGED
July 28, 2007
HOW IT HAPPENEDJohn was studying at the London School of Economics for the summer, and Trisha came to visit. After spending a week in the
English countryside, we went to Brussels and then to Paris. Our first night in Paris, we went to Montmarte, and had a wonderful dinner at a back alley restaurant. After much embarrassment (and a little help from the guests at the next table) we learned
how to remove escargot from its shell. After dinner we walked around Montmarte's hilly and crooked streets found a gated park near the Sacre Coeur. The gates were already locked, but John (not exactly the rule breaking type) suggested we hop the
fence and sit on a bench so we could watch the sunset and the Eiffel Tower in the distance. Throughout our journey we had been struggling with the language, and we had been relying on our little French pocket dictionary for help. While flipping
through the book, John asked Trisha something from the dictionary (not really French, but he tried). Then he asked what Trisha thought he meant (look up "will you marry me" in french... it rhymes with an anatomical term in English). Trisha said what it
sounded like, we laughed and then he handed her the translation book so she could see for herself. He then got down on one knee while Trisha was focused on finding the translation. She finally found it (it took awhile...), and was shocked to see what
it meant. All she could ask at this moment of romantic climax (and sheer terror for John) was "Are you kidding me?" At this moment, John realized he needed some backup, so he pulled out Trisha's great grandmothers wedding ring (which he had
dutifully carried around Europe as if he were Frodo Baggins). Feeling a bit nervous that Trisha still might not get it, John sputtered out some mess of wanting to spend the rest of his life with Trisha, none of which she heard. Instead she became a sobbing
mess, and John, fearing that he had somehow missed something and made a giant fool of himself, began to cry a little (this is rumored, but not confirmed). Between sobs, he repeated the question (in English this time), only to receive more wailing
sobs in return. Finally, in one last desperate move, John asked, "Well do you?" Trisha, realizing that she had forgotten to answer in between her tears of joy said, "Of course!" At this moment, the heavens opened up, a group of onlookers began to clap
and cheer (while probably thinking to themselves, "man, that was close"). A moment later, the sun having just set, the Eiffel Tower burst into its dazzling spectacle of sparkling lights, and John and Trisha ventured into the city in engaged bliss.
Afterward, John was pretty pleased that, having gone into the whole ordeal without any kind of a plan, it turned out perfect and seemed as if it were out of a movie.
Wedding Date is July 3, 2009!!!
“ WEDDING INFORMATION ” by bellagirl
We will be getting married on SEPTEMBER 5, 2009.
Ceremony: St. Ferdinand Church, Chicago, IL @ 1pm
Reception: European Crystal Banquets, Arlington Heights, IL @7pm
We have 6 Bridesmaids and 6 Groomsman, 1 Flower Girl and 1 Ring Bearer.
“ Our Story ” by lruppert
How We Met
March 17th, 2007 ~ St Patricks Day
I was heavy into preparing for my first season coaching the dancers of a local minor league basketball team. Our practices were being held at a gym owned by Jake's friend Mike. I had seen Jake at the gym a few times but hadn't officially been
introduced to him.
Jake and his friend Mike were in downtown Seattle celebrating St Patricks Day. On a whim I decided to head downtown with some girlfriends. Shortly after arriving my cell phone rang and it was Mike suggesting I stop by where they were for "just
one cocktail". When I arrived I was introduced to Jake. He was funny and sweet, tall and charming. As the night went on I found out that Jake was a Scorpio like me, loved to dance, was a big fan of Heineken, had a 4 year old daughter named Josie, and
. . . was in the process of a divorce.
We ended the evening and went our seperate ways. Jake worked the front desk at Mike's gym on the nights that I held practice. So I decided he would be a cute acquaintance that I could flirt with at the gym but that he was "off limits".
The Courtship Begins
A few weeks had gone by and the only contact I had with Jake was the occasional quick hello and goodbye as I walked past the front counter at the gym. He was oh-so-sweet as he usually prepared me a smoothie at the end of
practice and was sure to "check on us" throughout the evening.
Then one day as I was working I got a text message from an unfamiliar number on my phone. I had forgotten that Mike used Jake's phone to call me the night we met. I don't remember the exact wording but it was a cute "hello" from Jake that made
me smile from ear to ear. We sent messages back and forth for the rest of the day as I vented to him about my stringent diet to get ready for the basketball season and how I would kill for a double-stuffed Oreo.
For a few weeks the flirtation and chatting continued. I still had hesitations about going on a date with Jake but got some great advice from friends. My friends told me that as far as they could see Jake was a solid guy, he was sweet and
supportive, gentlemanly, and pretty non-threatening . . . although at the time I was convinced that he had to be on the rebound and it wasn't safe to get involved with someone going through a divorce.
I had spent the day at my parents house chatting with my cousin Deah. I remember it perfectly, we were catching up, talking about work, and trips, and relationships. I told her a little about Jake and how I was a bit hesitant
to get involved with someone in his situation. Thought maybe I should just be friends with him for now. She very non-chalantly told me just to have fun and don't worry about that stuff, hang out with him, see where it goes, don't put pressure on
So that night after dinner with my family I gave in to Jake's request to spend some time with me and drove from Puyallup to Arlington, 85 miles to be exact, on a Sunday night to get to know Jake . . . that and he had a hottub . . . which sounded
pretty relaxing for my overworked body.
I Feel Loved
May 5th, 2007
Jake started coming to my basketball games to cheer me on and was a great source of support as I vented my frustrations during the season. He even mixed some music for me and took care of Bella a few nights when I knew I'd get
home too late.
The more I got to know Jake, the more similarities I saw to myself and how I viewed life. We had the same political views, religious ideals (or lack there of), the same taste in music (well . . . except for Dave Matthews), and honestly just a
general appreciation for each other. Even a trip to the grocery store with Jake was fun. We could do anything together and make it a good time.
Falling in love with Jake was easy, the part that was difficult was trying to keep myself from telling him every second of every moment once I realized it. I remember the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips when I finally said it aloud.
We couldn't deny the feeling, yes it had only been a few months and we still had a lot to learn about each other but deep down something just felt right and we both knew it.
A Natural Progression
Once we knew we were in love it was only natural to see how far those feelings would take us. We talked about maybe marriage and more children someday, and about living together. A few months later when my apartment lease
expired it was perfect timing to see if this is all for real or still just a dreamy fantasy. So I moved Bella and I out of our little apartment in Kirkland and into Jake's house, a 45 minute drive from my work.
Jake and I started slow with combining our cell phone plans : ) and buying groceries together. I got to try my hand at being "step-mommy". I have to say its definitly not what I expected. Trying to parent someone else's child is a task I had
never planned to take on before I met Jake. Sure babysitting helps and your natural maternal instinct is pretty strong but feeling comfortable while your boyfriend's 5 year old tells you all about how wonderful her mommy is can tug at your heart
strings some days.
We started carpooling to work to save money which gave us 2 full hours each weekday uninteruppted in the car to talk to each other. To really talk to each other. Even with the stress of traffic and making ends meet financially it made us a
Here comes the fiance?
The fact that all of our friends and families approved of our relationship only served to fuel the fire we felt for each other. Our next natural stage seemed pretty apparent . . . to Jake at least because I truly believe he got a great deal of
enjoyment out of watching me squirm.
He launched an all out "let's drive Leslie crazy" attack on my psyche. When he would hold my hand he would slyly trace little circles around my ring finger and say things like "just getting it warmed up". Don't get me wrong, I loved the
insinuation that someday we'd be married but he would say something daily, while all of my friends are getting engaged and having babies . . . thought I would kill him if he made one more comment about how beautiful I’d look someday in a white dress.
Daily comments . . . no ring . . . started to wear on me.
Early in Sept Jake had done his annual trip to The Gorge for the Dave Matthews concert with Brandon. Upon arriving home he presented me with a Sterling Silver heart bracelet. It was too large to fit my wrist so a few days later we took Josie
with us to the jewelry store to see about getting it sized. Of course the clerk was in on the whole thing and it was a big 'ol trap but I didn't know that then. Armando said he didn't think they could size it but he'd check with the shop and be right
back. He took the bracelet into the back room and Jake led me towards the ring cases and suggested "maybe you should show me the styles you like . . just in case". Every girls dream, ring shopping.
45 minutes of sliding things on and off my finger . . . what a surreal feeling . . . and I finally found something I loved! Armando chose a radiant cut princess shaped diamond to set in the middle this beautiful setting. It made the diamond look
like it was floating and I lit up. Love, love, loved it!!
Jake says "you like that one? Really? Thats the one huh, well why don't you go hang out with Josie in the toy room for a bit while Armando and I chat." Surprised he didn't burst into flames from the death stare I was giving him! There was no way
that I even could have fathomed the plotting Jake had gotten into with the clerk.
I later found out that Jake had visited the store several days in a row on his lunch hour that week and picked out numerous settings he thought I'd like. He had arranged for Armando to make sure I looked at his choices. Funny thing . . . Armando
had suggested the setting I picked out and Jake promptly passed saying "its awesome but she'll never like that one." Thank you Armando for your persistance!
So we eventually left the store ringless as Jake mumbled something about it being too expensive but maybe someday he'll buy me a nice ring like that one.
As a New Life Begins . . . so does our future
Any normal woman facing her rapidly approaching 30's would understand when I say my thoughts were consumed with marriage and the wedding. After ring shopping all I could think about was when and how he would do it and please
don't let it be a hideous gold band with a round diamond.
Finally one day I was helping Josie tie her shoes before we headed out the door to visit my parents. As Jake grabbed the bags and went out to the car I knelt down to her and she says, "umm Leslie . . . I really like the pretty ring my daddy
bought you." Shocked and speechless I couldn't help but smile and laugh knowing that by the look on her face she just realized she wasn't supposed to say anything. Jake opened the front door at exactly that moment and I did everything I could to hold it
in. For about 10 minutes in the car I smiled from ear to ear as Jake coaxed me to tell him what was going on. He then glanced into the back seat to see Josie almost in tears. She spilled the beans to daddy about her boo boo and it was all I could
do to keep him from throwing it at me in frustration because he felt his surprise had been ruined. I told him I still had no idea when or how he would do it . . . or even if it would be soon, or even if it would be "the ring" so its not a big
Around early September just after Lacey's birthday and close to her due date for her first child, Jake's comments started to increasingly annoy me because now I know there is a ring. What I didn’t know is that Jake had been talking to more
people than just me about it. He had already asked permission from my parents long before we even visited the jewelry store. He had talked to my brother, and even my two best friends . . . who I found out are truly great at keeping secrets.
The day Lacey's son was born, Jake and I spent the whole day at the hospital with Lacey and her family eagerly awaiting his arrival. It was such an amazing feeling to have him by my side no matter how long, no complaining, no asking if he could
go home and watch TV until the blessed event arrives. And finally in the early evening I got to see that adorable new baby resting in Jakes arms . . . was enough to bring me to tears. I remember sitting next to him as he cuddled the new baby and
looked into my eyes with a big smile . . . "I'm ready now," he said. He wouldn't tell me for what but later the next night I found out.
Damn he's good
The next day Jake and I had our usual arrangements. I would pick him up at work at 5pm and we'd drive home together. This day was no different than any other day except that we had stopped at my apartment first and had a little
dinner so by the time we got to his house it was well after 9pm. As I sat down at the computer in his office to check my e-mail, my phone rang. It was my mother but I didn't even get a chance to answer as Jake grabbed the phone and proceeded to
leave the room, "hi Mom" he says.
Several minutes later he returned and announced "we are going to dinner with your parent’s tomorrow night . . . and I think I’ll dress nice, you should too." He knealt down and kissed me on the cheek with a but smirky smile on his
face. My pulse started to race and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Oh god I thought, he's going to do it tomorrow in front of my parents at dinner. What am I gonna wear? I spent the next 5 minutes in a numb state of shock as I raced
through the scenarios trying to be prepared for what he'd say, how would I react, would be parents be supportive? So compelled with my own thoughts it didn't dawn on me how odd of a suggestion it was for us to take Bella for a walk. 10:30pm and chilly
September winds and my dog was half asleep already. But I went anyway, I was too busy contemplating.
As we headed out of the driveway Jake stopped to "turn the dome light off in the truck". I was still so consumed in thought about tomorrow night that I didn't even notice him getting the ring out of his hiding place in the car, one of many
places. We started down the street with Bella in tow. Clothed in an oversized sweatshirt, wearing my glasses, and his warm-up pants I kept walking till we got to the top of the street and he asked which way we should go. Then he looked down and smiled
and tugging my hand towards a large sitting rock next to a tree with a heart carved in it . . . and then . . . I got it . . . he wasn't waiting until tomorrow, he is going to do it right now!!
"This is a good place" he said.
"A good place for what?" I asked.
"To ask you to spend the rest of your life with me,".
He led me over to the rock and sat me down as I could feel his hands shaking. Sadly I can't remember much of what he said, I was so in shock that I just kept smiling and giggling and crying. And then he pulled out the most perfectly exquisite
ring I've ever seen. I think my exact words were, "OH MY GOD!!" when he showed it to me. It was, the ring, perfect, shiny, and amazing. I remember the relieved look on his face under the street light. Not relief that I'd said yes, just relief to
finally stop having to hide the ring from me. So he pulled the ring out of the box and proceeded to place it on my right hand . . . yep my right hand. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him and then started to scold him for the way I looked and how
I'll always remember how scrubby I looked on the day he proposed to me.
So then he spilled the beans about all his plans and the sneaky way he'd kept things from me and had been planning for weeks for the perfect moment to ask me. And told me that he arranged for the members of both of our families and my closest
friends to meet for dinner the following evening so we could all celebrate. He's a one in a million!
“ About us... ” by ValleyGirl77
My name is Karla and my honey's name is Edward but goes by Eddie. We met on October of 2005...his cousin introduced us and we have not been apart since then. On October of 2007 we bought a house and he proposed February 2008.
We didn't really set a date then and by the time we realized it a whole year had gone by! We decided to set a date a couple of months ago...(lol...I know we're weird!), we decided to get married on July 3, 2009...a very small simple wedding,
but I'm trying to make it beautiful and memorable. We will only have immediate family, grandparents and a couple of close friends. The ceremony and reception will be at Frontline Church of Arlington. Eddie's cousin is the minister at
the church and he will be officiating the ceremony.
Pic of E-Ring: