Arranged together, these works trace an ongoing process of becoming, a visual diary that insists on remaining porous, unfinished, and alive. Captioned from years of writing and introspection through sharing my soul on instagram.
December 4, 2024
August 6, 2024
August 15, 2024
Untitled, 2024
July 11, 2024
November 26, 2024
I often head into the studio to do nothing but breathe. To put space in between me and my self imposed expectations.
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My self portraits mean nothing and everything, all at the same time. They are the artifacts of my existence. Proof that I am trying.
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“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘐’𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐
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𝘓𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘦
𝘐’𝘮 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨”
Somewhere, at home, inside NYC.
April 22, 2024
31 days of creative intention. Of making contact with myself and allowing space for the artist within me to speak a new love language.
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I like this slow burn of creative living. To want nothing more than to meander inside my existence with zero expectations of the destination.
My taste is changing. In the art that draws me in. The artists I want to learn from. The way I want to exist in this world.
As I adjust to the slow-burn and wait of shooting with film, I’ve begun to get curious about my past work. It feels like I’m flipping through an old picture book, rediscovering imagery that I once skipped over.
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What was I avoiding then, that I deem beautiful now?
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How did my fear show up in my cull?
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Have I changed so much that I can now see an entirely new story emerge?
March 7, 2025
April 8, 2024
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Inhaling this new phase of energy, of purpose, of an expanded direction. I’ve always rejected creative boxes, purely out of boredom with my own work.
October 10, 2024
June 21, 2024
June 28, 2024
August 1, 2024
December 16, 2024
November 13, 2024
April 15, 2025
We as artists ask of others to accept us into their soul space. To allow us to digest their energy, wiggle around inside its depth, and spit it back out in the form of imagery for their approval. To be 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 by us.
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Is it a process more beneficial to the artist? To the subject?
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To both, equally.
May, 5, 2025
fridays // bathrooms // mirrors // life
This winter has been a deep undoing of my identity. The darkness has been felt in my most buried layers of self, and out of that discomfort a renewed connection to my work. My voice. My ethos.
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I physically cannot create at a surface level. Take me deeper or don’t take me there at all.
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This Aries eclipse, I release all expectations on my art.
She is but my soul’s deeper connection to my own inner source.
She owes me nothing, and I love her purely for her existence within me.
Healing today looks to me like a walk with my film camera, a yoga flow, a stillness with my thoughts…
I cried in yoga this morning. A soft, silent stream of tears as I reconnected my body to the earth’s energy. She welcomes me back, every time, without judgment…
Who are we in this world if not deeply connected beings? To the earth, to ourselves, to the person we choose as our partner.
To photograph love is to photograph the most beautiful essence of our lives. To photograph it on film, now that, that feels cosmic.
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Lovers, on 35mm.
January 23, 2025
Shooting film, and shooting less, has me lingering longer inside the work I’ve already created. Simmering inside it, wondering if this is already past its expiration date.
Does art even expire? No.
What a silly concept my mind has fixated on…
For me, stagnancy feeds anxiety. When I feel stuck creatively, everything around me starts to crumble.
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I believe movement is our lifeline as artists. Whether it’s inward movement deeper into one’s self, or outward movement of actual creation. Find a way to just, keep, moving.
I’ve started to bring her everywhere. Bathroom stalls, business meetings, solo car rides under the bright moonlight. If I leave my house with my camera in hand, she will see what I need seen. She gives me permission to stop, breathe, take 5min to see my face in the reflection, and move on…
May 20, 2024
If I’ve learned one thing this year it’s this: the cultivation of my personal relationship with my own creativity is the most important thing to my soul’s happiness.
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When I’m disconnected from slowing down and allowing myself to create freely, everything else just feels a bit more dull.
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Nurture your voice without expectation on the outcome.
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This little Leica Minilux has opened me up to daily work.
Daily seeking, in all its blurry mess.
When will this Virgo Moon release me? Into my cave of light I wander…
I feel like I should mark my return to social media with a selfie, as I do, in my room, typically topless.
Breaks from sharing online are needed, as long as the growing isolation doesn’t prevent you from returning…
August 25, 2025
There’s a truth in the eyes that I find myself searching for. A vulnerability that takes trust, time, agency. Who are you inside your own uncomfortable vulnerability? Show me her…
May 13, 2024
February 7, 2025
Snippets of light and a life slowed down.
My art mirrors my life in such a profound way that there is truly no separating my two paths.
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When I was breastfeeding my young babies, I was called to photograph motherhood.
As I rediscovered my post-baby body, I began photographing women.
Now, as I feel myself slipping into this new chapter of love for the man I married, I’m feeling pulled to photograph couples.
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Couples with a history. A past. An experience of highs and lows and love and disappointment.
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That calloused, Eternal Sunshine of a Spotless Mind, kind of love.
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Couples who want to romanticize yet retain the truth of who they are.
July 3, 2024
The impermanence of it all.
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His pee-drenched pj’s as he crawls into our bed. The toasted waffles covered in chocolate chips. His little drawings and kindergarten letters.
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Every day that slips by unnoticed, I silently yell at myself. I’ve become a walking cliche; feeling in my bones the time slipping away from me.
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Someone please, get me my camera…
February 18, 2025
A slow summer burn...
This portfolio is not a fixed story but an evolving archive. A resists to linearity; instead embracing recurrence and rhythm. What you see here is a mixture of photographs, writings, fragments, and artifacts gathered across years of practice. I am less interested in perfect compositions than in gestures - a hand reaching, a shadow spilling across the wall, the blur that refuses to stay still. My process is slow, recursive, always folding back on itself. This page holds what lingers: the unfinished, the soft, the unposed.
This body of work
After a year of what has felt like intense introspection and mourning, the clouds have started to part. Is it so melodramatic to attribute my entire life shifting on its axis to my switch to shooting film? Such a seemingly simple change ricocheted into a total undoing of my creative stability and artistic identity.
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But every roll that returns, no matter how “good” or how “bad” reaffirms my love. My soul path with photography is meant to meander and change and is 100% worth pushing through the discomfort...
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If you’re changing, longing, wanting something different; lean in.
March 4, 2025
This summer feels like a stream of semi-consciousness. I dip in between a mindful existence and an undertow of WTF am I doing. Who am I and where am I going; somehow calm in this uncertainty. Or is it naïveté in the trust I feel for my life’s divine timing?
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July 8, 2025
Line work —“
Missing the energy of Memory Mountain, the Highlighlands of NC, June 2025
January 31, 2024
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Shot on Ilford Delta.
June 13, 2024
April 2, 2024
Silently photographing my life has brought me more clarity this year than I ever would have imagined.
POV imagery has always been a part of my ethos. It’s where I naturally go when I just need a camera in my hand. A piece of my body in the frame. A memory immortalized during a phase of life where nothing feels simple.
We celebrated 12 years of marriage last month. We didn’t do a big production, but our relationship has never needed that. We ate dinner in bed, tucked our kids in at night, and slipped into sleep.
This phase, I need its stillness remembered.
An undoing of any sense of perfection. Underexposure; missed focus. My experimental journey into analog film has me falling deeper and deeper in love with the process.
I turn 40 this month. 40. A wild number of a life mid-way.
I’ve always been a cusp baby, teetering between sensual and heady. Earth and air. The month of May draws it out of me, this ever-wavering internal chatter.
Lately I’ve been wondering what my shelf life is here in this art world. The way I shoot, does it matter to anyone but myself? Why do I still feel drawn to the lens of my own camera? What’s my next shift?
May 29, 2024
Textures of our home hibernation.
April 26, 2024
February 27, 2024
39 years around the sun today ⚡︎
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What a fxking journey. This life. Sending love to all of you who also feel a sense of undoing. To those of you doing the inner work to release that which is no longer true.
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I see you. I am you. Take up that space ☽