There is a stillness in art that has always spoken to me, a quiet, knowing presence that invites you to linger, to notice, to remember. I once imagined I’d spend my life teaching art history, surrounded by paintings and sculptures, helping others see the world through the eyes of those who shaped it. Long before I studied form or theory, my hands were stained with paint, my notebooks filled with sketches. Creating came naturally, almost instinctively. Photography, in many ways, became a continuation of that, another medium through which I could make sense of beauty, light, and human connection.

Photography became the most honest extension of that calling. I see the world as a gallery always unfolding, each moment a moving canvas. Light paints the scene, emotion gives it shape and color, and all are meant to be captured and cherished. The years I spent immersed in art, studying form, texture, and tone, continue to shape every frame I compose. I’m drawn to the way a gesture holds memory, how a glance becomes story, how stillness carries sound.
For me, photographs are not about perfection; they are about presence. They are the quiet in-between moments, the tenderness of a hand held, the hush before a vow, the grace of fleeting laughter. They are small monuments to love, to belonging, to beauty made visible.

My work is personal. Authentic. Artful. And always created with intention. I photograph not to keep up, but to keep record. Not to impress, but to honor. Because the truth is: beauty was never meant to be rushed. It was meant to be seen.