Pinhole of Snow White and favorite childhood games

A pinhole photograph of Snow White on Brother One Feather’s van in Santa Barbara, California.

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What do you live for?  What’s your passion? What’s the one thing you want more than anything in the world? For me, I use to think it was pinhole photography. I’ve spent countless hours visualizing a successful career, prints in the Whitney Museum, gallery openings in which I look ravishing in couture gowns from my favorite designers. Of course I want all that but I seem to put a little more energy into where will the wind take me next.

I think that dream of pinhole fame, takes a second place to traveling around the world. I always remember a favorite childhood game… closing my eyes, spinning the world globe and randomly placing my finger on the textured map. Where o where will my finger land… visions of warm sandy beaches, cloud touching skyscrapers, cobble streets, exotic animals, would flash, as the tingly sensation of excitement overcame my body.  I knew it was just a game, but where ever my finger landed was my next destination.  I’d often take that destination and look it up in my encyclopedia set, obtaining background information for another favorite childhood game: the magical swings!

Swings in the park would often bask in a glow of glittery light.  The swings were my ticket to freedom, the catapult to worlds I’ve only dreamed of.  I’d get comfy, start pumping, close my eyes and would honestly believe that when I opened them, I would be in land far, far away.

I’ve been playing a grown up version of these games since I was 18.

I have a collection of beautiful pinhole photographs, a dreamy documentary of my adventures. I intend to exhibit them all over the world.