it’s this curiosity about us that draws me in to other folks, and other folks to me. when i say i want to hear your story, i want to know about the teeniest bits and pieces that make you “you:” all those little human things, like whether you listen to music to fall asleep, or if you’re double jointed in your elbows, or all about that one time at band camp… i’m uninterested in false narratives and the idea of perfection, and i haven’t met a single “perfect” person yet in my 28 years.

i want to capture the story of this part of your life exactly as it is, and show you just how much it kicks ass regardless of whether or not it looks “perfect,” because it’s all yours. i deeply value and live by authenticity, real stories about real people, and any chance to show the magic that lives within that reality. i’m here for a good time- a damn good time- and i don’t know if i’ll be here for a long one yet, but i do know it’s gonna be interesting and kind of weird and totally messy. and it’s gonna be really fucking cool.

I can go from 0-100 in range in excitability, i like to live very loud and with exuberance, i end more sentences than not with exclamation marks (see: above), and have been known to (very frequently) shriek with laughter or joy. But usually, i’m pretty shy and mostly observant, and just trying to understand everybody else a little better from a wallflower point of view.

every single human being you will ever meet is having a completely unique, irreplicable, completely individual experience at the exact same time as you. I am certainly no exception. you are also no exception. We all know this, but how often do we really sit with the knowledge? How do you relate to me, and i to you? what’s something about each of us that sets us apart from the other and makes us special in that way?

i love pondering the universe and our place in it, but particularly our interconnectedness and the ways in which we see the world and one another. when i think of what it is i’m most passionate about– wondering why we are the way we are, and creating intentional art– i aspire to merge these things in expressive ways that make me and others feel really good about ourselves. thus, photography.

i am an amalgam of a thousand different lives, complexities, wild tales, and quirks. i am an art maker, a portrait taker, and a damn good story-teller. some folks would describe me as completely unhinged, eccentric, and i’ve been called “chaotic good” more than once or twice. others have called me mischievous - “but playful, like the fool in tarot,” imaginative, and inquisitive; still others might chime in that they see me as introspective, expansive, reserved, and even ethereal (you guys are definitely going to heaven). and all of these people would be absolutely right!

gosh, what’s there to say really? the basics, i guess, for sure: i’m a black, queer, nonbinary (they/she, thank you) human being who is really inspired by art, spirituality in the realms of humanity + nature + existentialism, and community. i keep a wild assortment of hobbies–like collecting animal bones and exploring abandoned houses– and fascinations–like keeping a menagerie of plants and studying the human brain or the various methods of mummification preservation. i think i’m the luckiest most-unlucky person i know (ask me about the bobcat baby sometime) and my “toxic trait” is fully trusting that whatever chaos comes my way in life will somehow work itself out and believing that the universe has just totally got me. can’t say i’ve been wrong about that yet, though!