In 1991, while most artists were off at college getting degrees, Megan Baker was still living in her mother’s uterus. Then one fateful night in a Bloomington, IL hospital, she escaped.
She wasn’t born into a family of artists, and her mother is incapable of figuring out how to turn on a camera. Where she got the knack for photography remains a mystery. The love of it started at the age of four, when Megan picked up the family Polaroid and began documenting the eventful lives of her toys. After that, she started taking pictures of nature and her pets, which were dressed in human clothing, against their will. Megan joined 4-H and used it as an outlet for her work. In the first year she won in both the county and state photography competitions, she was ten. That continued until Megan was 13, she lost for the first time. Being a sore loser, Megan ran around the backyard with a rubber mallet and hit things. Her parents did not sign her up for 4-H the following year. But by then she had already photographed two weddings (and got paid!)
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