It started with a text.

A former client reached out to refer me to a friend and asked, “Are you still shooting?” I didn’t hesitate. I said yes immediately, which in hindsight tells you everything. I had been in a quieter, in-between phase—thinking about photography again, circling it, but not fully stepping back in. I’m also a psychologist, and for a long time I carried this subtle belief that that was the only thing I was supposed to be doing. But the second that message came through, something in me lit up. It was a very clear yes.

A lot of my self-portrait work started out of practicality. I had ideas I wanted to try and no one to shoot. I’d be out in nature alone, see something beautiful, and feel like it needed a person in the frame. It wasn’t some big artistic decision—I just didn’t have a subject, so I used myself.

And I had to learn everything that way.

Noticing. Observing. Remembering.