When a global pandemic shut me out of the aerial studio and trapped me under 8-foot ceilings, away from my usual geologic subjects, limited to a miserably lonely technology-mediated "social life," I worked out first with a doorway pullup bar and eventually with a low portable aerial rig of my own. Hungry for photographic subjects, and eager to document the muscles I was able to build when freed of the aggravating headaches of a daily San Francisco-Oakland Bay Bridge commute, I turned my camera to the closest subject at hand, myself. Art helped to keep the spark inside me from being crushed by the isolation, to find some in the light in the darkness, to make the best of a time when I was prohibited from socializing as is natural for extreme extroverts and was forced instead to turn inward.

I seek here to present my womanhood from a position of strength rather than weakness, while at the same time expressing the unique openness and vulnerability inherent in displaying parts of a woman's body.