Where memory lingers, and silence speaks in shadow
Artist Statement
Photography in the MKU
This isn’t about pretty pictures.
It’s about what’s left after the light fades.
I don’t shoot to impress. I shoot to remember. To exorcise. To bear witness to the quiet wreckage that most folks walk past without flinching. A cracked window, a forgotten alley, the way grief slouches in someone’s shoulders—these are my landscapes. My subjects.
These photos are moments caught in time.
Seeds of stories waiting to be told.
Details forgotten, biding their time until they find the right tongue to speak.
Each frame is a confession I wasn’t ready to say out loud. A love letter. A eulogy. A dare.
The lens doesn’t flinch. It sees the things I’ve trained myself to ignore.
And sometimes, it lies so beautifully, I let it.
In the MKU, images don’t just decorate—they testify.
They whisper in grayscale, scream in shadow, bleed color where words would stutter.
They belong to the same bloodline as every story I’ve ever written: bruised, wandering, unashamed.
You won’t find perfection here.
But if you linger long enough, you might recognize a piece of yourself—crooked, luminous, still breathing.
