Annie Stephens grew up in a little home in Ottawa Ontario with four other small wild and barefoot sisters. Educated at the kitchen table, their world was often self-created realities stepped into or put to paper, paper secrets and bantam bones, skinned knees, ghosts found and some conjured. Today Annie’s photography comes from a natural extension of these small games and superstitions, and a deeply rooted compulsion to create and to document self and surroundings, real or imagined. Self-taught, she works with the simplest of tools and relies heavily on creative resourcefulness. In late 2008 she moved to Montreal and now lives and creates here in a little apartment in the east with a small black cat at her heels.
Annie Stephens grew up in a little home in Ottawa Ontario with four other small wild and barefoot sisters. Educated at the kitchen table, their world was often self-created realities stepped into or put to paper, paper secrets and bantam bones, skinned knees, ghosts found and some conjured. Today Annie’s photography comes from a natural extension of these small games and superstitions, and a deeply rooted compulsion to create and to document self and surroundings, real or imagined. Self-taught, she works with the simplest of tools and relies heavily on creative resourcefulness. In late 2008 she moved to Montreal and now lives and creates here in a little apartment in the east with a small black cat at her heels.
