In different words and through his actions my dad always taught me that it’s all in the details. I never appreciated it growing up, feeling like it was more about perfection than doing my best.
My dad’s model of excellence is in my head when I want to do something poorly. I hear him nudging my conscience and I feel compelled to take the time to do it properly, even when no one is looking. When my cousins and I were in middle school we got souvenir pennies pressed at Sea World. Being the DIY-ourselfers we were, we decided why not press our own pennies? So we went out on the driveway to hammer our hard-earned lemonade stand money. Well, my dad caught us and told us tampering with money was against the law. We thought for sure the police were going to show up and arrest us for that.
That attention to detail, the small things that make up the bigger picture has trickled into my art. I stalk those details, those lovely imperfect bits that illustrate a more full story and that take you back to that certain feeling.
Hi. I'm Suzanna.
I like running outside, eating real food and crafting beautiful images. I am captivated by documenting everyday life–revealing what authentic, adventurous and lovers of life we all are.