|Tacie Wright, Photographer|
I came from a little place where we worked hard for what we had. We had everything we ever wanted because we were okay buying it used, old, dirty or broken. We fixed it up, made it nice, and loved it more because of it.
My father drove a tow truck, like his father before him. He had an important college degree but instead chose to spend each day under someone's car, helping. He was awesome at what he did, but always gave a fair deal - or better.
I was taught how to run a shovel, swing a hammer, and get my hands -- and sometimes hair -- dirty. Everything washes out eventually!
Somewhere along the line I fell in love with history. When I was a little girl, I sat at my grandfather's feet listening to stories about how life used to be.
I went to college to learn how to listen better -- and they called it journalism. On a class assignment I was sent to the University of Arizona's Center for Creative Photography. I walked through the door and what I saw took my breath away. Works by W. Eugene Smith hung all around me and suddenly I was in the middle of downtown Pittsburgh 50 years ago. There it was before me -- alive just behind the silence of the prints. I could look at the photographs and feel the magic they held and I needed to know the rest of the story.
And just like that, a hobby I enjoyed was no longer just for the fun of it. I was in love. In love with captured time, frozen moments and real stories.
My passion for photography comes from real life -- laughing, crying, sweating, listening, holding, touching, remembering, loving. This is what I strive to create: a photograph that will make you feel something every time you look at it.
Here are some of my own favorites. Thanks for sharing with me!
My Grandmother's Hands, 2013