I was in San Fran photographing my Tia Linda; she was running the SF Marathon. I mentioned before that I didn’t have a mom or dad growing up. What I did have was my grandma and my four aunts. This is my Tia Linda. It was Linda who developed my creative spirit. When I was young she would lend me her Nirvana and Michael Jackson CDs. She taught me how to high kick like Madonna. She was the 1st person to tell me about Van Gogh. I owe her the world; she inspired me then and still does today.