by Tree DeAngelis
Issue 4 :: Spring 2009 (art)
The only word that came to mind when Tree DeAngelis sat down to write her artistic statement was photographer. Many other perhaps-more-important words should have come first, such as mother, wife, daughter, but none of these seemed right. Her daughter looks at her, and, yes, she sees her loving mother, but what she sees first is a photographer. A woman trying to do what she loves in life. Will she be famous? Will her images live forever? Maybe, maybe not, but she believes some dreams are not dreams, and she has the rest of her life to live in hers.