Lost in Transition
Home is a relative term.
Home is the elusive destination that calls me to continue searching. Home is the underlying insecurity that drives me to create photographs. Home is the common thread that stitches together what once felt like disparate fragments of film frames into a larger, circular narrative with no definitive beginning and no real end.
My work is a constant, never-ending search for answers just out of reach. It’s about transience: being trapped in a liminal space with no sense of direction, no sense of self, and no sense of home. Creating these images began as a therapeutic process: exploring life and death, love and loss, they became my way of escaping reality, and later, crafting my own reality—a dark, rich utopia of my own design—to call home.