I love a certain degree of diarism in my photography, it helps ease those anxieties and helps me enjoy each passing turn of the Earth until we all go our own ways and meet again on the other side. We’ve all felt like losers. We’ve all had bullshit jobs. We’ve all felt like we should be doing better than wherever we are. Still, in between the realities and dreams of our what if’s and what is’s, there exists a magic of early twenty adolescence. Old enough to know it won’t always be like this, but still too young to know exactly what it’s going to be like, the pressure building and the bonds tightening, at times snapping. All the anxieties of and drama contained in the pressure cooker that is your head. Photographs are my proof of an innocent joy that gets squeezed out of that pressure.
