Margaret Davis, Chelsie Dwello, Michelle Edland

May-July 2014

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Margaret Davis, Lakeside

“In late March and early April of 2011, Syria was experiencing civil unrest in locations such as Daraa and Latikia, its major port city. Four American grannies had secured tourist visas for Jordan and Syria long before the Arab Spring erupted in North Africa and the Middle East.

These pre-civil war photographs are primarily tourist snaps. But underneath there was always a sense of anxiety. Few women are shown because at their request they did not want to appear on Facebook or any other publicly accessible website. I have been careful to omit any images of those who offered us hospitality or assistance. We were watched much of the time by agents of the government.

During the past three years of conflict many of the places we visited have been severely damaged, thousands have perished or suffered injury and tens of thousands of Syrians are refugees.”


Chelsie Dwello, Kalispell

“For me photography is more than just taking pictures or making art. With each photograph I try to open a window into the soul of the object or person. I want to express the beauty and mystery that is present in all aspects of life, whether it’s something strange and exotic or just a child playing with pigeons in the park.

At its core, life is merely a series of moments. At the instant one moment ends there is another one waiting to take its place. In fact, it is nearly impossible to pinpoint the beginning of one moment and the end of the next. Each one seems to melt into the other. The purpose of a photograph is to capture each of these moments, freezing them in time. Each photograph that I take reflects my life at that particular moment in time.”


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Michelle Edland, Whitefish

Artist impression, written by her husband, Peter: “Michelle is a mostly self-taught artist who is happiest when looking down, walking slowly upon a deserted beach with her pockets full of stones, shells and beach glass. Eucalyptus pods, sticks, feathers and rusty pieces of metal often follow her home when she is feeling creative. They will assemble themselves, imprinted in the clay, scattered upon the in kitchen table, glued, nailed or painted in mud on the canvas. When she finds a smile, they hang on the living room wall to inspire her for her next journey.”