I became completely and utterly obsessed with pictures when i was about 12. i had to document everything, and i wanted documentation of the things i’d been too young to capture my self. i stated asking friends for photos, sifting through cupboards, draws and boxes in my house looking for old pictures, and leafing through photo albums (ours and other peoples) with the delicacy of a mother holding her new born.
as i grew my love broadened, and i discovered photography as an art form. i remember in the early years of obsession i couldn’t look at anything without imaging it as a picture. my head was so loud with ideas and my style so raw and honest. i was not hindered by self doubt or correct exposures. i shot in wild moments of inspiration.
Sometimes im so overwhelmed by the beauty of everything. my mind is still a place of chaotic thoughts and ideas, all chasing each other and competing to be remembered. im a romantic, lost in a world of wild dreams, and i think photography is my way of showing people what i see.
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