Memories can be a bunch of tangled up reels. When I look back on my life it feels like I’m reliving a dream.  It’s as if someone fast forwarded everything and all you can see are a flash of colors and words and laugher and sadness. Now if you picked up the remote and pressed pause, randomly freezed the frame, and asked me to tell you about that specific moment, I could only tell you maybe a few details. I couldn’t tell you exactly word for word what I was saying or thinking or what I was wearing...Only how I felt.

This used to bother me. I would hear people telling their stories with such detail and my memories were recalled more like an impressionistic painting a more romanticized view on my life. I can’t tell you exactly why I’m this way, but I had a nagging suspicion that it had a lot to do with my calling as an artist. Ever sense I embraced how I view the world, I have been unapologetically leaning into photographing the feeling.