this post is over two-years late. there are too many people to thank for making this all come together. you know who you are, i love you.
whenever you talk about photography, people always ask me my least favorite question: “what kind-of photographer are you?” i don’t know. i don’t have a style or type. it isn’t environmental architecture, street photography, or documentarian. it’s just life. I think back to july 2023 and remember that I had so much anxiety when preparing for this show. I was afraid that the work would not permeate through to the viewer and people would just think, “man, this guy just just know someone because these photos suck”. most of the work came from a place of pure survival at the time. I needed something to measure if I was getting better or not, making images became that unit of measure. hopefully this isn’t my best work, as that would be a bummer if my best work came about at the worst time in my life.
I know that I’m okay with this life being it, but at the same time I feel that pull to take a photo of a perfect blue sky, with just a few odd-shaped clouds floating around out there and I guess there is a small part of me thinking “well, maybe I’ll see you again”. my photography isn’t some attempt at starting a conversation to talk about whether or not there is something more to all of this but an unspoken truth or a fleeting thought that is only meant for me. looking at these images and they take me back to where I was on that linear line of progress. I think about losing my mom, and how it felt being unable to see the beauty in simple things anymore. those unfortunately easily forgettable moments that we will all continuously find ourselves existing in, we take them in while we can, and they make us feel better, and then without fail, we’d forget them.
I missed the hope they gave me. that hope became something I wanted to capture and share. it made me feel like a human again to feel something when I was lucky enough to be apart of those moments. but at the same time, it feels impossible to convey all of those feelings that to a viewer that wasn’t sinking in the same grief that I was at the time, or who had already sunk in that grief previously. the show was my attempt to say: “hey, be proud of me. I am trying my best to pull myself out of grief.” – and I’m still here.
the lending side 