At 14, took a trip with my family to Sri Lanka. The day after we arrived was the 26 December 2004. The tsunami hit, devastating the country and much of Asia. We only just survived and it was then that I started taking my first pictures, using what I would later know as reportage to get me through the harrowing horror. I remember loading each exposed roll back into its water-tight container, telling myself that if I didn’t survive, at least these would: time capsules that captured reality as it unfolded.
I soon became a fan of the greats, adopting a candid street style that replicated their spontaneous, emotional, philosophical and romantic visions. I took pictures for magazines for years, working to earn to to travel and make projects whenever possible and went on to have several exhibitions of my work. I continue to travel and shoot and learn and expand in this way, always searching for the poetry, sadness and beauty hidden on the underside of each rock I turn over.