In its own way, the act of photographing has become a memory in itself. Creating imagery gives me a way to memorialize my life. I am obsessed with the fear of forgetting and with every year that passes I’m more unsure of who I am, who I want to be, and who I may become. Perhaps this is the tumultuous nature of your twenties – a pervasive existential angst about what it means to exist. As I feel such a desire to rush through this challenging time in my life, sometimes worry comes over me that when I am older I will look back on this time and wish I had cherished it more; that I could remember more. I want to hold my memories in a place of permanence.

In my photographs, I use my body and likeness as the vessel for expressions of longing, grief, intimacy, home, fear, and uncertainty. The resulting photographs bring clarity to the often confusing experiences in the world. The perception I have of myself in my imagery, in comparison with reality, is vastly different, often offering me the opportunity to process the emotional and challenging times in my life while staying guarded.