Art has always been an important outlet in my life, starting with polaroid collages on my bedroom wall and cutting up old books to make the pages into something beautiful. I didn’t even process photographic art as a form of career until my early twenties — before it was just an essential piece of my lifestyle. I feel truly humbled and lucky to put food on my table doing what I wholeheartedly cherish. Throughout the journey of evolving and improving my craft, I have learned how complex and different each one of the relationships I have made are, and how much love I have for so many people I meet. I feel lucky to witness such tender and special moments.
My needs are pretty ordinary: to love and have the means to always love. I can laugh and cry in the same breath. The intensity in which I feel things has constantly been my greatest curse, and my greatest gift. I’m incredibly eccentric, silly, tender-hearted, and accommodating. I surround myself with good friends, good food, red wine, the most beautiful family of furbabies, and a love of art so fierce that I still get butterflies every time I create something I am proud of.
My life is simple, but full of so much more than I ever thought could be mine.
Describing myself is not my best quality, but I truly hope that my work will say a lot more about me than I’ll ever be able to.