I don't make pretty pictures.
At least, I've never really tried to.
I make photographs out of whatever I see
and whatever is happening inside me when I see it.
They're often dark. Messy. Quiet. Loud.
Cathartic. Energetic.
I make my own beauty out of the world around me.
Some photographs are about what happened. Mine are usually about what it felt like.
Selected
photographs.
No categories. No trends. No attempt to explain every image. This is simply some of the work that still feels like me. Click any photograph to see it larger.
Some photographs only exist in your fucking head.
There are photographs I've made that I barely remember making. And there are moments I never photographed that I can still see perfectly.
I've started thinking about those as the photographs in your fucking head. Maybe photography was never really about preserving everything. Maybe it was about learning how to notice while we're here.
I think I'm ready to make photographs again.
I'm interested in people. Strangers. Stories. Things being built. Things falling apart. Moments that aren't going to happen twice.
I'm not interested in chasing whatever photography is supposed to look like this year.
I want to make the work that comes from within me and show the world the way I see it.
If something about the way I see feels like the way you'd want to be seen, maybe we should make something.
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