One of the things I look for when making a picture is the shape of patterns, light, design, and mood. The content may be deeply personal and, at times, even surprising in its outcome—for making images often feels like stepping into unfamiliar terrain or expanding upon themes that carry lasting significance.

Over time, as my work has evolved, I’ve come to recognize how seemingly unrelated images can speak to one another across years and series. While they may appear disconnected at first glance, there are profound moments when they converge—reflecting a shared rhythm, concern, or emotional truth.

I make art because there is something within me I am still learning to understand and express. Photography allows me to contemplate how I coexist with the world around me and urges me to explore themes that intertwine with hope, resilience, beauty, affliction, and justice.

At the root of my work is a quiet belief: that our longing to understand one another—and ourselves—is sacred. As I have often discovered through the lens, there is nothing above the crib above the throne. It is in honoring our beginnings, our innocence, and our shared humanity that we truly see each other.