After I bought my first camera about twelve years ago, I probably took 300 pictures for each one that made me stop and consider whether I liked it. Obviously intentionality was not my strength.

Back then landscape was my ambition, but too much work is necessary for that. And I’m a lazy creative.

I carried my camera to every family event because at least portraits were accessible. Not that I knew anything about shooting. For instance, I often stuck that thing it into my niece’s face and simply pressed the trigger to shoot 20 or 30 frames at a time. It wasn’t always a great approach.

But, every now and then I made something I liked. It didn’t look like any other portrait I’d seen by then, and the appeal to me was still unknown. It took while for me to let go of what I thought it should look like and to be comfortable with what it was. Of course, the process of my acceptance was more about me than it was a creative understanding. But maybe that vulnerability is the point.