My journey started in the dark. Cradled in the womblike embrace of a darkroom, coaxing wet images to life, photography was undeniably my first love.
And like so many first loves, in time, we grew apart.
In 2013, following a series of unexpected events, life began to feel like a cluttered mess. A million broken pieces. And I realized that healing, for me at least, wasn’t going to be found behind a camera