I’m Fergie. Yes, like the singer. (I’ll even answer to Fergie Ferg and Fergilicious.) But you should know—I’ve been around longer. I was born in 1993. Her first single came out in 1996. #whoworeitbetter
I’ve always been an artsy gal. My parents took notice of my penchant for all things quirky when I was in high school. Maybe it was the yearly pass to the museums I asked for or perhaps the books I was always reading or even the thrift store wardrobe … whatever it was, they wanted to give me an outlet for it. So they enrolled me in a college art course.
And you know what? I was pretty terrible at most of it: the painting, sketching, sculpting. I loved it all, I just wasn’t very good. But then we got to the photography part of the course. And it just clicked. Literally. I felt like photography was romancing me. I loved the whole process, from the loading of the film to the composing of images to the click of the shutter to the processing in the dark room. It was so … me. I am quiet, observant, and patient. And photography is all of those things, too. Making photos felt like a tangible expression of who I am.
And years later, it still does. I still feel romanced by the craft and I still love the process. Though my subjects are couples instead of friends, I still get to observe and document honest moments. Though the medium is digital instead of film, I still find the art in the editing. And though I have experience rather than naive eagerness, I still am constantly learning and growing.