Born in 1973 in Southern California, Cheryl Jacobs’ artistic bent was noted early on. She began playing the piano by ear at age four, and soon after being drawing and painting. However, it was not until she moved to Littleton, Colorado and stumbled into photography at the age of twenty-six that she found a true creative outlet. Turning her camera on the people, places and things near her, she learned to see beauty in simplicity: children at play, rumpled sheets, discarded items. It was her images of children that pulled her in and caused her to look deeper into herself and her work. Not content to stop at the surface ‘cuteness’ of her subjects, she began to explore the emotions and depth of childhood.
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She soon found herself creating emotive, elusive images that required unique printing to be fully realized. So, she built a darkroom in her basement and began to teach herself to print. After learning the basics, she began to play with her own very unique methods, even using Chapstick and cooking oil to achieve various effects. Soon, a series of prints emerged, which would become the basis for her project “No Small Thing.” The project made its gallery debut in February 2004.
Cheryl’s passion quickly developed into a full-time career. She now spends much of her time travelling the world teaching workshops on photographic style and portraiture. Her workshops have been called "therapy for the lost photographer". Her work was most recently featured in Black & White Photography Magazine (UK).
Photographer's Note:
Some things should be said upfront. I'm a terrible volleyball player. My arms are too boney, and the ball gives me bruises. I love Cocoa Puffs and red wine, not at the same time. I haven't voluntarily worn a dress in years. I believe music should be listened to at top volume, or not at all. I feel most at home when I'm not. I don't wear shorts or anything pink. Ever. I like feeling misunderstood. I am most sincere when singing blues, which I rarely do with an audience. I cannot shoot a landscape to save my life; I identify more with cracked tile and bedsheets. I am moderately deaf and ridiculously blind, which may explain my love for photographing textures. I have more ideas than I could possibly fulfill in ten lifetimes.
