She’s been through hell and came out an angel.
You didn’t break her.
You don’t own that kind of power.
You Didn’t Break Her
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Much of what I do in my photo studio is what’s commonly called boudoir, but frequently those clients will request something more artistic, based on what they’ve seen on this website. These are a collection of images that my clients and myself worked together to create for Valentine’s Day. Many of my clients are creating something that will be a gift for a significant other, but more and more are creating something to have, just for themselves.
These images appear here due to the gracious permission of the clients who helped me create them.
Phenomenal Woman
It’s in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style.
I’m a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman.
-Maya Angelou
Another Way a Woman is Stronger Than You Know
It’s called Diastasis Recti, and I found out today it’s a separation of the abdominal muscles. It’s what happens when a woman’s abdominal muscles have to move so far apart to allow for pregnancy that her other internal organs are barely hanging on by a thread. Read more HERE.
And it makes her even more beautiful, powerful, and life-giving.
Everything has beauty, but not everyone sees it.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes,
because that is the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.
Dunes of Sand
“In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.”
― Rachel Carson
The gentle curve of the breast and hip combined with the fabric seemed to remind me very much of rolling sand dunes.
Body Study
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Cliff Talks About Woman as Art
Because of This Day
On December 7th, 2014. My life changed. I relearned who I was, and I become someone I never knew. 
It was a chilly December morning in southern Indiana. We were taking a friend home
About 45 minutes into our drive, somehow, we ended up spinning out of control on the highway. I was told we flipped 5 times. I don’t remember that part.
Two of my friends got minor injuries, but I was not okay. I ended up in the back seat of the destroyed vehicle. When they found me, I was unconscious. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the sun. I felt the cold dead grass under my fingertips. Everyone was screaming, they thought I was dead. And I was, my old self died that day.
My neck was broken in 5 places and nerve damage had caused me to become paralyzed down the left side of my body. 1/69th of an inch more and I could have been permanently paralyzed from the neck down.
I would spend a month in the hospital. Rehab taught me to walk again, and I had to learn how to write with my right hand, and so many other day to day tasks I’m still learning how to do better.
Because of this day, every single day is the hardest day of my life.
Because of this day, I can’t do things everyone else can do.
Because of this day, I’m still embarrassed of my injuries.
And because this day, I live life a bit more fully. I cherish every laugh, smile, & tear. I thank God for giving me a second chance at life. The old me died that day, she took a terrible person with her and left a wiser, happier & loving person behind. This was my blessing in disguise.
- In the model’s own words.
The Mood of the Images
I always try to see what kind of mood I can get the images to portray, and sometimes it happens by accident. This time I got two.
This one seems to have a big of angst in it, as if she’s trying to tear away what’s holding her back.
And this one is just full of peace…
Woman as Art 