The daughter of a prohibition-era pot farmer, the world of cannabis is not unfamiliar to me. I grew up in a grow room.
Just south of Seattle, by way of boat, rests a small island enveloped in lush Evergreens, winding roads, and 45 miles of beautiful northwest shoreline. Wherein dwells a deep-rooted community rich with liberals, artists, musicians, independent farmers, and retired hippies. Vashon Island, though modest in geographical measure is iconic in reputation— gaining notoriety among locals as 'Weed Island' on the merit of its guerilla growers and quality homegrown herb as early as the 1970s. It was here, as a teenager in the 90s, where my family became victims of the drug war, ending with a mandatory minimum federal prison sentence for my dad for what detectives described as "the most sophisticated growing operation" they'd seen in nearly a decade.
Twenty years later, with the long-awaited evolution of governing laws, I find solace and pride in contributing to the paralleled shift in the public perception of cannabis. Deeply inspired by my own past and what I consider to be a powerful grassroots social and political movement that continues to make substantial progress, my focus is to deliver an authentic portrayal of my subjects; documenting cannabis and the humanity behind it with an honest and insightful visual narrative. I'm hopeful that in doing so, it will dismantle preconceived notions and mainstream stereotypes lingering around cannabis culture.