I really don't want to wake up and face the world. Stuck in the same cycle of reality. Everyone deals with it, but why is it so hard for me? Why? I used to ask myself this every single day of my life. At 19, I was in jail, taking things out on those closest me to, drinking myself into a hospital bed. The list can go on if need be. My mother passed at 19. Does that give me an excuse to do anything with the bullshit above? NO. I hurt so many people around me and lost so much trust. But I tell you. I found a passion. A strong passion. A passion for photography and visual arts as a whole. Through this, I've met and connected with people who have not judged me for my past or even my future. They see a guy smiling, living carefree with an ambition to make the most of what an opportunity presents itself. I have learned to take what I've been through and teach. I WANT to wake up and FACE reality. I WANT to wake up and challenge it. I have support in my corner and grew to be a contributing man to society. "Sometimes you have to lose yourself to find yourself". This is what my mother said almost a week before she passed. I live now knowing what she meant. This will always be my passion, To shoot pictures of everyday people doing everyday things. They may not be here tomorrow. If I can pass anything through my pictures without being cliche, Spread love. We all need it.
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