I have always existed between lines, blurred at the edges, half-seen and half-felt. There was never a single frame wide enough to hold me, never a word soft enough to speak all I am. I wasn’t made for boxes — not in body, not in thought. What I offer is a lens shaped by presence, by knowing the in-between intimately. My story isn’t one of arrival, but of constant motion — of shedding and becoming. The fragments of who I’ve been are still with me, but not in chains — in harmony. I am a constellation, and I walk with shadows like old friends.

This work is not a performance. It is an offering. I bring my wounds, my softness, my defiance, and my joy. They sit quietly behind the camera with me. I do not promise perfection, but I promise presence. Deep, uncomfortable, beautiful presence. What I do is not just storytelling. It is witnessing. And in a world that often demands masks and labels, what a radical thing it is — to simply see and be seen. If my images do anything, I hope they whisper to you: you were never alone.