I fear I fell in love with photography too late in life. I have so many memories I wish I could recreate. If I could go back in time, it would be to keep a photo diary of everything I’ve seen. The way the sunlight would hit the whitewashed walls of my bedroom. The creases in my grandmother’s face when she smiled. My mother as she peeled green bananas or washed clothes by hand.

My still photography is an exploration of (be)longing, regret, decay, resonance, and grief.