the sky and the pacific are vast universes full of mystery, my favorite voids to fill with imagination. i am partial to the moon, ruling my cycle and moods, tugging at my tides. what if the sky is not just a flat, one dimensional top to a photo but a mural of its own? what if the ocean isn’t just a giant bath but a dynamic entity in constant movement? i seek to find the character within the emptiness, visually creating outfits reflecting their collective moods.
mythic in the collective mind, the california dream evokes utopia. in some ways it is. in others, the dream has died, leaving dystopia in its wake. i photograph the sun, trees and flowers with hazy color auras, recapturing the idealized and ethereal nature of the golden state’s brand, like the lens is tripping on ‘shrooms.
i loved origami as a kid, transforming a flat sheet of paper into something beautiful with a few delicate folds. flowers have always evoked this sense of wonder and mystery, how a gentle twist here and slight centimeter shift there forms unique beings amongst a species. i lean in to the capture the intricacies, using a short f-stop, to find my own divinity. i didn’t look at my own vagina until i was 32, afraid of its folds and assumed ugliness. like fingerprints, each one is distinct. by capturing this intimacy, i highlight the beauty of a woman’s form while remaining pg.
i’m fascinated by light. how a few moments can change everything. from shadows to dawn, a shift in light changes perception, how one experiences their surroundings. adding color adds merriment or something new entirely. i spend a lot of time looking up, watching light dance on walls and ceilings, how it changes the shape of things.