To say that death, the haunting, and the odd have always fascinated me would be an understatement and the truth. As a child, I would tell my siblings I liked the scent of death (very untrue and now literally makes me gag), and would play at being a forlorn woman starting off into the abyss awaiting a lover who would never come (still very true.) When I started working with black and white film, the truth of who I was came to the forefront- an artist with a deep, maybe haunted, old soul. The longer I pushed for my own voice, my vision, my aesthetics, the more I found myself in the corners of a darkroom listening to alt rock in the middle of the school day.

I stepped away for a while, but found my way back to film after years of wedding and freelance photography that sapped my soul, my drive, and my essence. Getting my fingers back into stop bath, the amber glow of safelight guiding me, I found myself again. I stayed true to that person, and found new pathways in my practice as well, namely a vintage 1974 Polaroid SX-70 I fondly named Polly. My love of instant gratification and film came together as one.

Seeking photography related classes for my college degree led me back to digital, something I had no interest in picking up ever again, especially if I was being forced to. But the guidance of professors, a study abroad trip and a course about death and its relation to photography had me finding the vision for my digital work that I had never thought I could find.

On this website is the many portfolios of my works, from digital, to instant, to film. Each has its own story, one deeply connected to myself and my story and my passion. Many are on going, some have parts that have been published in magazines or been gifted awards. But every image housed here is undeniably Stephanie Saroiberry.