My name is Gabrielle Veronica Van Wyck.
I am tucked away in the Shenandoah Valley - between the Blue Ridge & Allegheny Mountains in Virginia. I grew up on a farm, but traveled a fair amount with my family of 10 (sometimes more, sometimes less).
A few years ago I ran away and moved to Germany where my sister, her husband, and their daughter were stationed. I had a one way ticket, not knowing when I'd be back. While I was there I celebrated my nineteenth birthday and my sister brought me to England where I saw the Cliffs of Dover for the first time and fell head-over-heels in love. At the age of 9 I got lost in the city of Assisi and I ventured around on my own until I decided it was time to make my way back. At 11 I was attacked by a wild boar in the Amazon. I've nearly fallen off a ride at the Oktoberfest in Germany, I wound through back streets in Spain, I've fallen down castle stairs in Ireland, I've maneuvered around mopeds in Vietnam. After all of those insanities, I found what it was that really spoke to me, and it was those cliffs. The countryside of England, Ireland, Scotland. The small towns, the castles, the rolling hills, the cliffs, the wind, the lochs, the rain.
I am absolutely inspired by travel & adventures. I'm a full-time daydreamer. I build playlists - soundtracks for my life. Even just a hike on my own land is made to feel romantic. Whether it's that dramatic scene in the rain, or running in the bright dew on the tips of grass. Mountains, plains, rivers, oceans, woods, fields. There is so much beauty to everything. I love the simple, the complex, the small things, and the big.
I'm a hopeless romantic. Not always when it comes to love, but the romance in everyday life, in the fog and rain and glowing sun between the trees. I grew up watching Jane Austen and those beautiful images of love. Those details, looks, that soft touch of someone you love that sends shivers.
I believe photography captures all of that.
When I can't afford travels, I go into my backyard or on back roads and I create images, typically of myself floating or flying or being swept away in some way or another. I started dancing when I was 12 years old. It was another form of art for me. I spent anywhere from 4 to 6 days a week at a studio, and dancing at home or in grocery stores or anywhere in-between. Nearly 10 years later and I'm still dancing with a passion, incorporating it into my conceptual photography and my daily life.
As for lifestyle? Trust me when I say I'm lazy and enjoy a good movie as I sleep on the couch with blankets and tea, and I think those times deserve beautiful pictures as well. That peace is beautiful.
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