Remembering My Time Here
I have this thought that follows me around every day. If and when I die and leave this world, I wonder if I’ll still be able to recall who I am – who I was.
I have this thought that follows me around every day. If and when I die and leave this world, I wonder if I’ll still be able to recall who I am – who I was. My spirit, my memories, my awareness of myself and my consciousness – will that stay intact as I’m rushing through the cosmos. I have no fear of death itself, but I do hope that I can still remember. I hope that I can still see my lover’s eyes as she watches me in the early mornings. I hope that I can reminisce about the way the moonlight falls onto the silvery oceans of California. I hope that I can relive moments with my mother – her cutting my hair or how she asked me to pray with her in her final moments.
Throughout my life, I’ve learned that Discovery is one of the most powerful feelings that one can have. And not always the discovery of something new before you, but the discovery of who you are – how you got there. Photography, to me, has become a lighthouse on the cliffside. Whenever I feel lost or worry about where I’m going, I look for the light, I compose my frame, and I take the exposure. I seal the moment in my memory and try to preserve it forever.
Being an Artist in Los Angeles
I live in a small beach town called El Segundo. And really, I work primarily as an actor.
I started acting when I was 15 – doing my first professional play in my hometown of Kalamazoo, MI. After high school, I bought a car and drove to California. The next 12 years of my life were a complete mess, but I’ve been able to build a special foundation in the city, which is what eventually led me to photography.
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