I didn’t really choose Brazilian Jiu Jitsu so much as it chose me. A friend suggested I let my 4 year old son try it out because, “Little kids love to roll around on the ground more than stand in line and learn forms.” Like any mom, I wanted to document my son in his tiny uniform (known as a “Gi” or “ Kimono”) doing whatever it was he was doing out there on the mat with his friends. I did not understand what he was doing at all, but I began taking pictures and posting them on Facebook and on the emerging Instagram platform. Parents shared my pictures, asking for more.  On Instagram I followed BJJ accounts to try and learn more about it and found that for the most part it was heavily weighted with pictures of men lined up after they trained. Boring! And I still had no idea what BJJ was all about. 


This changed one day after my son’s Jiu Jitsu class ended. As I waited after his class, the adult class filed in. I was chatting with another mom when I realized the adult class had been going on for a while as we talked. I was struck by the sound of silence. In a gym of sweaty, moving, pulling, pushing, twisting bodies on the mats - it was quiet.  I was witnessing something I had never seen before: The “Gentle Art” in action. I was mesmerized. I still had zero clue as to what they were doing, but I knew it looked really cool and I could actually feel the energy from it. Why wasn’t  anyone documenting this? I began researching, and when I couldn’t find the kind of photos that exposed in black and white and vivid color what I’d seen that day in the gym, I decided I would take them myself. If I could capture the feel of what I saw in Jiu Jitsu and share it with others, the world would see what I saw: the beauty and power of Jiu Jitsu.