meditated. I shot a hundred photos trying to capture an image of my life. One photo stood out to my eyes. I mirrored it and was struck by it. Out of the chaos something beautiful and elegant emerged. Through my struggles there was still something worthwhile staring back at me.(3)
destroyed. On the night she talked divorce, I got a call that my father who survived a motorcycle accident with minor injuries suddenly died of a blood clot.
My life was chaos and I was lost in it. I sought to display this and found smoke photography. I lit incense and (2/3)
This was my first ever smoke artwork. I'm finally ready to tell the story behind it.
I was suffering from major depression and panic attacks which led me to quit my job. I tried to establish my photography business but it was failing miserably. My marriage was irreversibly (1)