Carrie’s Hands, 1996

 

Welcome!

Sometimes I don’t know what it is, exactly, that I do. I photograph, I record sound, I play music, I rearrange songs, I bead, I edit video, I grow plants, I write, I cook, I fantasize.

I am classically trained in piano and achieved an mfa, but these things haven’t brought me any closer to the world than the hours spent tap dancing, baking bread, analyzing my parenting or contemplating the river that runs through our land.

Find me in the confluence of mesa and mountains, art and science, futurism and vintage.