My earliest memories are peering through these eyes at the world


These eyes, the inner being that saw through these eyes

Wishing to communicate before I had words to form into sentences..


These eyes,

myself now looking through these eyes

using images and words…

having lived a longer time of joys and sorrows as life is lived. 

Yet the same being peering through these eyes still sees.


In the late night,

early morning,

days of sun or darkness,

cold of winter,

heat of summer,

mildness of many in betweens…

I see.


Not searching for vision,

not asking, this magic appears

touching something within.

 Inside warmth of the crackling fire

Sliding the heavy glass door open

Cold blast of winters chill swirls

Passed me and into the room

The oak standing tall beyond the pines

Covered in floating snow,

Through the screen of summer

All of time fills the space

the camera between us

inside looking out..


Of the house

Through the door

Through a window

Through the lens

Through these eyes


Back within the being

A connection to being here



I now notice that all of my photographic work has been from this place,

This place, within and wishing to communicate what is felt through this seeing seer.

This body of new work, inspired on a snow stormy day in 2004, is again full of this wish.

This is my search in my life and in my photography…


Here in this place


Yet not alone at all.

Martha Henrickson February 2005
continuing in 2023
When I first began using a camera as a vehicle for my vision
I didn't know wha I was doing
teaching myself to print by making mistakes not knowing what grain was,
being interested in the image only, I learned by trial and error.
When I began showing/exhibiting my photographs, I would say
"I'm a visual artist using a camera"
not referering to myself as a photographer.
I have been including drawing again as my practice, on my living room wall
I now hung two large painting that I did when living in San Francisco in the 60's
I stopped painting when we re-located in Toronto.
I have often chosen a different path than the one I start on and often stop
what I am working on before I exhaust it.
I don't know who owns many of my sold pieces over the years, hope they are
still viewed wherever they are.
My most recent work on 'collage', I see them as moving ideas, visions, images I have
had during many different times in different places,
Something happened when I place two giant Saguaro cacti in and image where you
see glaciers from the Icefield Parkway, something about time and space,
I have not travelled the world, but being touched by different places where I
captured on film using a camera. Film I developed and printed, in rented darkrooms,
my darkroom and the great darkroom at the Banff Centre
These collages are not digital images:
They are me standing and looking and cutting images that I printed long ago. Some
were from digital images taken even with my phone, The final pieces are one of a kind.
I have several chap books of my poems with images, and a few poems published in
diffeent publications. .
It is the pleasure of being able to do all this work,
the pleasure and joy that comes from having any dream from childhood on that is
worth every moement of discontent.