Curtiss flunked high school photography and didn’t pick up a camera for 13 years. Born with an overly obsessive mind aggravated by a fanatically religious upbringing she eventually escaped into debauchery and the electronic music underground. 6 car crashes and three brain surgeries later Curtiss stole a canon ae1 from her father and hit the fucking streets… Motivated by an intense connection to old buildings, trains, ship yards, graffiti, street people and the overall urban landscape, Curtiss sought to document the last vestiges of an older, marginalized city and its denizens, on the verge of disappearing forever in the unending onslaught of urban development. Embracing craft and eastern notions of the Practice, Curtiss finds meaning and clarity through doing her work rather than thinking about it; seeking instead a raw and empathetic connection to places and people which imbue her photographs with an energy and life force of their own.
Curtiss flunked high school photography and didn’t pick up a camera for 13 years. Born with an overly obsessive mind aggravated by a fanatically religious upbringing she eventually escaped into debauchery and the electronic music underground. 6 car crashes and three brain surgeries later Curtiss stole a canon ae1 from her father and hit the fucking streets… Motivated by an intense connection to old buildings, trains, ship yards, graffiti, street people and the overall urban landscape, Curtiss sought to document the last vestiges of an older, marginalized city and its denizens, on the verge of disappearing forever in the unending onslaught of urban development. Embracing craft and eastern notions of the Practice, Curtiss finds meaning and clarity through doing her work rather than thinking about it; seeking instead a raw and empathetic connection to places and people which imbue her photographs with an energy and life force of their own.