"She was a photographer, then a painter, then a photographer again, so there's beautiful, long-developed vision. She's an artist through-and-through who prints her own work. Most contemporary photographers use digital tools and techniques to tighten their work -- sapping the pictures of life and leaning to sterile austerity. Lisa's images are exuberant, loose, the work of a master craftsperson.“
- Nan Phelps
Born in New York, I moved to California after a couple adventures traipsing across the country and back again, to attend CCAC. I received a BFA in photography in 1979, the beneficiary of having learned photography in B&W, in the darkroom, and having had terrific teachers, among them: Vilem Kriz, Sue Ciriclio, Chris Johnson, Marc Le Sueur, Charlie Gill, Patricia Tobacco Forrester, and David Heintz. After graduating I had a quick foray into gallery representation and the world of art collectors. The Photographer’s Gallery, The Susan Spiritus Gallery, Foster Goldstrum, Suzy Locke, Nancy Witherall Art (most recently). My work has been collected by individuals and corporate entities here and abroad. I’ve participated in many solo and group exhibitions: Arts Guild of Sonoma, Arc Gallery, Gray Loft Gallery, Benicia Art Center, Fusion Art, Gray Loft Gallery, Center for Fine Art Photography, Gallery Route One, Photo - Fine Art Gallery, Sticks Framing, Nan Phelps Photography Gallery, to name a few.
I met my husband, Tim Goodman—also a fine art photographer—in 1985. Soon after, we founded an award-winning landscape design/build company and have been working together and making art ever since. Our work in landscape design deeply influenced both of our artistic practices, shaping the way we see and interpret form and space. We retired, closing GLD in 2025, and are now able to focus solely on our art.
Leisure
By William Henry Davies
What is this life if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
