October 10, 2024
Inhaling this new phase of energy, of purpose, of an expanded direction. Iโve always rejected creative boxes, purely out of boredom with my own work.
August 15, 2024
This summer feels like a stream of semi-consciousness. I dip in between a mindful existence and an undertow of WTF am I doing. Who am I and where am I going; somehow calm in this uncertainty. Or is it naรฏvetรฉ in the trust I feel for my lifeโs divine timing?
April 15, 2025
Iโve started to bring her everywhere. Bathroom stalls, business meetings, solo car rides under the bright moonlight. If I leave my house with my camera in hand, she will see what I need seen. She gives me permission to stop, breathe, take 5min to see my face in the reflection, and move onโฆโโโโโโโโ
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My taste is changing. In the art that draws me in. The artists I want to learn from. The way I want to exist in this world.
June 28, 2024
An undoing of any sense of perfection. Underexposure; missed focus. My experimental journey into analog film has me falling deeper and deeper in love with the process.
April 2, 2024
I often head into the studio to do nothing but breathe. To put space in between me and my self imposed expectations.
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My self portraits mean nothing and everything, all at the same time. They are the artifacts of my existence. Proof that I am trying.
Shooting film, and shooting less, has me lingering longer inside the work Iโve already created. Simmering inside it, wondering if this is already past its expiration date.
Does art even expire? No.
What a silly concept my mind has fixated onโฆ
April 22, 2024
This winter has been a deep undoing of my identity. The darkness has been felt in my most buried layers of self, and out of that discomfort a renewed connection to my work. My voice. My ethos.
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I physically cannot create at a surface level. Take me deeper or donโt take me there at all.
May 29, 2024
For me, stagnancy feeds anxiety. When I feel stuck creatively, everything around me starts to crumble.
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I believe movement is our lifeline as artists. Whether itโs inward movement deeper into oneโs self, or outward movement of actual creation. Find a way to just, keep, moving.
April 8, 2024
This Aries eclipse, I release all expectations on my art.
She is but my soulโs deeper connection to my own inner source.
She owes me nothing, and I love her purely for her existence within me.
Healing today looks to me like a walk with my film camera, a yoga flow, a stillness with my thoughtsโฆ
February 27, 2024
When will this Virgo Moon release me? Into my cave of light I wanderโฆ
January 31, 2024
I like this slow burn of creative living. To want nothing more than to meander inside my existence with zero expectations of the destination.
May 13, 2024
Thereโs a truth in the eyes that I find myself searching for. A vulnerability that takes trust, time, agency. Who are you inside your own uncomfortable vulnerability? Show me herโฆ
The impermanence of it all.
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His pee-drenched pjโs as he crawls into our bed. The toasted waffles covered in chocolate chips. His little drawings and kindergarten letters.
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Every day that slips by unnoticed, I silently yell at myself. Iโve become a walking cliche; feeling in my bones the time slipping away from me.
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Someone please, get me my cameraโฆ
February 18, 2025
February 7, 2025
Snippets of light and a life slowed down.
This portfolio is not a fixed story but an evolving archive. A resists to linearity; instead embracing recurrence and rhythm. What you see here is a mixture of photographs, writings, fragments, and artifacts gathered across years of practice. I am less interested in perfect compositions than in gestures - a hand reaching, a shadow spilling across the wall, the blur that refuses to stay still. My process is slow, recursive, always folding back on itself. This page holds what lingers: the unfinished, the soft, the unposed.
This body of work
Arranged together, these works trace an ongoing process of becoming, a visual diary that insists on remaining porous, unfinished, and alive. Captioned from years of writing and introspection through sharing my soul on instagram.
March 4, 2025
I cried in yoga this morning. A soft, silent stream of tears as I reconnected my body to the earthโs energy. She welcomes me back, every time, without judgmentโฆ
Who are we in this world if not deeply connected beings? To the earth, to ourselves, to the person we choose as our partner.
To photograph love is to photograph the most beautiful essence of our lives. To photograph it on film, now that, that feels cosmic.
August 1, 2024
June 21, 2024
Silently photographing my life has brought me more clarity this year than I ever would have imagined.
POV imagery has always been a part of my ethos. Itโs where I naturally go when I just need a camera in my hand. A piece of my body in the frame. A memory immortalized during a phase of life where nothing feels simple.
This phase, I need its stillness remembered.
We as artists ask of others to accept us into their soul space. To allow us to digest their energy, wiggle around inside its depth, and spit it back out in the form of imagery for their approval. To be ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ by us.
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Is it a process more beneficial to the artist? To the subject?
December 16, 2024
June 13, 2024
I turn 40 this month. 40. A wild number of a life mid-way.
Iโve always been a cusp baby, teetering between sensual and heady. Earth and air. The month of May draws it out of me, this ever-wavering internal chatter.
Lately Iโve been wondering what my shelf life is here in this art world. The way I shoot, does it matter to anyone but myself? Why do I still feel drawn to the lens of my own camera? Whatโs my next shift?
May, 5, 2025
November 13, 2024
