JB Maher

Born in 1983 and raised amongst 40 shades of green, a whimsical purchase of a camera in my early 20’s led me to photography. I can’t recall ever taking a picture before then and the purchase is unexplainable other then the only thing I was remotely good at in school was art. When I say art I actually mean reproduction with a pencil or pen, unfortunately imagination was never a strong point.

Having a very bad memory, pretty much anything beyond a few years is a blur and almost nothing of my childhood can be recalled. Perhaps this unreliability unconsciously drove me to pick up a camera as a means to actively record and attempt to remember those mundane, unexpected and singular moments I happen upon in the everyday.

That is, of course, if I remember to do so.