Unspoken

Through lenses of the past I step into my soul to investigate the deep roots of my anxiety. What I capture in my photographs is fragments of memories lived and imagined, secrets of a girl and dreams that don’t escape. Long after the mind forgets, the body still remembers. The smell of loss, the sound of abuse, a touch. Memories become secrets, secrets become dreams. By speaking the unspoken, I am trying to lift the heavy burden of grief, guilt, isolation and numbness. My voice is carried in handmade emulsion, which is vulnerable, imperfect and is exposed to unintended, uncontrolled circumstances, just like our life is.