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 to put food on my table doing what I cherish. Throughout the journey of evolving and improving my craft, I have learned how complex each one of the relationships I have made are, and how much love I have for so many people that I create for. I am lucky to witness such tender and special moments.

I have been working as a photographer for over a decade and have learned so much about myself through the process. 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 in life, but my greatest gift as an artist. I’m quite eccentric, silly, tender-hearted, and accommodating. I surround myself with good friends, wine, furbabies, and adventures when I find the time.

My life is simple, but full of so much more than I ever thought could be mine.

Describing myself is certainly 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.

Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.