For fifteen years, I have studied the art of the horn and how to create beautiful sounds with my mouth. My breath gives the instrument life. It cannot play without me. We need each other in order to make music. It’s interesting the relationship a musician has with his or her instrument. It is a dependency that lasts, for some, longer than any relationship with a human being that we will ever have. It is a sensual, erotic affair. The amount of time my lips spent breathing into the pipes of my horn would make for a lifetime of intimacy with a lover, and that’s exactly what it was, a lover.

We had a marriage, which was destroyed by my betrayal for another instrument…my voice. This was a different kind of relationship. We were one in the same, because my larynx is a part of my body that I cannot separate from. Singing is the one thing in life that gives me the most passion and love I need to survive in this cruel world. When the opportunity came to pursue lyric theatre and opera, I took it by storm and left my horn behind. My horn scholarships got me into music school, but I left with a degree in voice….and now I study photography.

Betrayed again…the horn for the voice, the voice for the camera – music for art. Now a new relationship begins as I fall in love with the ability to capture souls with my camera lens. This lover needs no breath to sustain it. All it needs are my eyes and my hands and a willing soul. A lousy lover I must be, to betray the one I love for someone else every time something new comes along. What will be next? Will I betray the camera? Perhaps I have finally found my one true love.