No matter what I do, from graphics, to video, to my niche in photography, I only ever aim to show my audience what I saw in my head. I’m enamored by the surreal but pleasing; I think it’s a weird-sort-of-beautiful. Hours of work in the studio is my way of saying, “I’m moved by this, & I want you to be moved, too.” As I began playing with angles and powers of light in my dark studio, I quickly realized how scientific the craft can be. My analytic mind loves it and sometimes when I’m really in my zone, I feel like a mad scientist. I think we all do when we’re really in our stride. My first run-in with surreal that sparked my flames near gasoline, I was toying with mirrors, and the idea that you can imitate the floor in a darker setting. One shot and I was hooked. Around 2018 my mind began to run wild with any idea that would illude the eye. By 2019 I was manic with creativity and drowning in useless props; one idea evolved into something different by the end of the shoot, which in turn inspired me in a totally different manner. It was blissful chaos. These weird directions my photography has taken me, showed me two extremes of the art, that I have a tearful love for, equally. My scientific side won’t let the slightest discrepancy pass by, and I don’t stop before perfection. But my originating reason for doing any of it, keeps me grounded in that I truly enjoy the in depth, thoughtful and artistic freedom more than the purposeful actions. I'm not a photographer, I'm an artist that just happens to use a camera.