Where trauma is a painful lung, my work learns to breathe again. I use film and collage to trace how bodies heal through desire and disguise, finding grace — and sometimes orgasm — in tension. We are all trying to turn failure into beauty.
My photographs explore how we present ourselves, how a mask or a gesture can express what words cannot. Every day is part confession, part escape, and every person I encounter lingers between shame and grace. In the people I meet, and within myself, there is always a quiet flash of survival: scattered and blindingly, pausingly bright.