realness.
I take a lot of pictures.
but before I did that, I wrote a lot of words.
a closet in my parents' basement contains my preteen short stories,
written about siamese cats & twins with purple eyes,
with hand-colored cover art & carefully crafted black binding.
I ate up writing classes, and creative was a term I confidently used to describe myself.
around 2011, I fell in love with capturing & presenting beauty in a different way,
this time with a canon raised to one squinting eye.
sometimes creativity as a concept seems farther away.
recently though, ample free time & a wild heart have nudged me to put pen to paper
(or, in true millennial fashion, finger to notes app).
I have never been a mysterious person and never will be,
but my prayer is that my vulnerability may be a service to you.
so you may feel less alone, more filled, less ashamed, & ever more loved.
but before I did that, I wrote a lot of words.
a closet in my parents' basement contains my preteen short stories,
written about siamese cats & twins with purple eyes,
with hand-colored cover art & carefully crafted black binding.
I ate up writing classes, and creative was a term I confidently used to describe myself.
around 2011, I fell in love with capturing & presenting beauty in a different way,
this time with a canon raised to one squinting eye.
sometimes creativity as a concept seems farther away.
recently though, ample free time & a wild heart have nudged me to put pen to paper
(or, in true millennial fashion, finger to notes app).
I have never been a mysterious person and never will be,
but my prayer is that my vulnerability may be a service to you.
so you may feel less alone, more filled, less ashamed, & ever more loved.