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It’s a calling. I make prints from photographs of women of the past. They felt joy, grief, fury, terror, love. Research reveals who they were, what this moment was; some were famous, many anonymous. Most are in cemeteries. My stone muses; I'd photographed live models; now I photograph statues. They don't move when asked, so I must find the vantage that best reveals them. Often several combine for best views, even as sculpture assembles in our minds. I used to use B&W film, sheet photo litho film, and photosensitive silkscreens; now, wrists ruined, it's digital on the BFK Rives paper I used when hand pulling prints, using everything I ever learned about printmaking, composition, light, texture, and the figure that I can glean from the last 500 years of art history (thanks to Bryn Mawr art history!). A piece is finished when my breath catches; she's come alive, there’s an illusion of faint motion. I hope you can’t stop looking at them. They deserve remembrance, and celebration.