poniedziałek, 30 czerwca 2014


"It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere"- Sylvia Plath

Only a few people will understand the meaning behind this photo, but that's okay. Think away. 

sobota, 3 maja 2014





My  masculine, hideous hands, looked gorgeous and somewhat meaningful in this light.  



How beautiful is this room?! I fell in love. Couldn't stop taking pictures.

I've always envied photographers that could capture the beauty in every day life, because I couldn't figure out how to. I was always wrapped up in 'creating stories' and impressing people with shocking and fantastically photoshopped works, that I forgot about my personal love for capturing skin, bones, light, people. I've stopped caring about my art as a business, and that has made me so much happier. I take photos when it feels right, and therefore I think I'm a more genuine artist. 

piątek, 2 maja 2014



I've always adored overlays. Playing around with two seperate images so that they tell a story once put together is so much fun. Lines, patterns, tones. Yes please. 

p.s...not using stock photos for once! All mine!

środa, 16 kwietnia 2014


Brighton, England

I followed around this pair for a bit. Their relationship was magical. The way the little girl trusted and looked up to the man, and how the man guided her in every direction they went.  Beautiful. 

sobota, 12 kwietnia 2014

A page in my workbook came to life..






Bruce Munro's "Field of light" exhibition.
St. Andrew's Square, Edinburgh.

sobota, 8 lutego 2014

Determining your style is the hardest part of being an artist. There's too much to be influenced by in this world.  Is your style interesting? Will it sell? Will it mean anything to your audience? Influence, or rather, fear of too much influence, has left me not wanting to study photography at University. Photography is mine. I want to learn everything by myself. I want to photograph for myself. I don't want to listen to someone tell me what photography is. 

It's my passion, for me to discover.

I went to the woods today and all I could hear was water dripping from the branches onto the ground. I didn't take a self portrait because I didn't feel like my body had a story to tell. So I just listened, and captured.