Photographing is a meditative state for me. I fully immerse myself in the thought processes and mechanical actions of making photographs. I get lost within it. In those instants when I am completely focused, I become more at one with myself, and in harmony, than at most other periods of my existence. It is a comfortable place to be. A place of healing. A place of peace.
Whether or not the images created are successful is necessarily the desired result. Instead, if a successful image emerges, it is a bonus and allows me to share what I am experiencing at that moment with others, influenced by the swirl that is my life outside the imagery.
The last 18 months have been a time of transition for me. Fragmented and ragged, I have been slowly attempting to reassemble the pieces of my being. Within the reconstruction zone, which has been facilitated by my photographic efforts, I have been on a journey of rediscovering the person I am. Finding what interests me visually translates to me discovering once again what I like about myself and that which makes me fulfilled. I find what is in front of me, explore and extract moments that when reassembled creates a two-dimensional representation of my being. That is what I share.
