I stumbled upon her work in a garden shop in Seattle. The paintings on the notecards told stories and I wanted to know the stories, actually, I wanted to write the stories. They were stories I seemed to know in my heart. I didn’t buy a card at the time but a month later I went back to the store and bought the only card on the rack. I came home and began an internet search. I wanted to know this woman. I found out that she is close to my age and lives in the northwest, and I’m thoroughly enjoying exploring all her work.
Her name is Deborah Dewit Marchant. She is a photographer and artist. I’m sure she is more than that but I’ve only just begun to discover her. I bought the book she wrote called Traveling Light about her journey as a photographer. Her work is so atmospheric; it is amazing to me!
Looking at her photos has helped me realize how much I love to find texture when I’m taking pictures.
I’m excited by my new discovery – this artist in the world and the artist in me.