Threshold
 Published works
I spotted this young alligator just beneath the water’s surface while walking through the swamp. What struck me wasn't just the subject, but how still and seamless it appeared—its eyes breaking the surface quietly, almost meditatively. The water acted like a mirror, reflecting the branches above and blurring the boundary between what’s above and below. I framed it with the yellow reed to guide the viewer’s eye and to emphasize the tension between visibility and concealment. It felt like a moment suspended between worlds
This close-up of a yellow lily was all about chasing light and shadow. I was drawn in by the architecture of the flower—the way its petals curled inward like a quiet, glowing chamber. The afternoon sun hit just right, casting deep shadows that carved out the stamens and gave them a sense of depth and drama. Shooting from directly above, I wanted to emphasize the radial symmetry and the intensity of those warm hues against the void of the background. It’s a moment that reminded me how even still subjects can feel alive if you pay attention to the light.
In Thunderous Night Life, the city pulses with electric energy under a tempestuous sky. Towering skyscrapers, bathed in a palette of purples and deep blues, loom against a stormy night as jagged lightning slices through the clouds. The rain pours relentlessly, streaking across the scene and adding movement to the moody atmosphere. Despite the storm, the city lights burn vividly in windows, casting warm glows and cool reflections on the rain-soaked pavement and the still water below. Silhouetted trees and ornate street lamps line the waterfront promenade, their reflections shimmering and distorted in the puddled ground. This piece captures the tension between nature’s raw power and the relentless rhythm of urban life, highlighting the beauty that thrives even in chaos.
Taken in the aftermath of Hurricane Ian, this image captures the raw imprint of devastation in Fort Myers, Florida. The house, tilted and broken from its foundation, felt like a symbol of the disorientation of lives suddenly uprooted and redefined. I chose black and white to strip away distraction and lay bare the textures of destruction. Splintered wood, twisted metal, the skeletal remains of trees. The composition draws the viewer into a scene where time feels suspended, where the violence of nature meets the quiet resilience of what’s left standing. This wasn’t just about documenting damage, it was about bearing witness.Â
Mission Statement - Threshold: A Journal of the ArtsÂ
"Threshold: “the point or level at which something begins of changes”
The Staff of Threshold believes in the transformative power of art and that engaging with art and the creative process is, in itself, the act of crossing a threshold—into new ideas, new thoughts, and new spaces. Crossing a threshold also suggests a passage into the unknown or a return to the familiar, the beginning of a journey, or a homecoming.Â
Threshold’s name goes beyond symbolic importance. Our goal is for Threshold to give opportunities to young, developing student-artists in our community. As such, the journal serves to provide an outlet in order to influence both the artists themselves as well as those who take the time to appreciate their work within the pages of the journal."