I learned to see space slowly.

For years I worked on it — not as a project, but as a question. I made image after image. Most of them I threw out. The ones I kept were the ones where, eventually, an inner voice stopped fighting me and said: yes, this.

It took a long time before that voice was reliable. I didn’t always trust it. It was never wrong.

What I learned, over those years, was something I hadn’t expected: that the work of recognising what is yours is mostly the work of removing what isn’t. That most of the images we carry are borrowed, and the few that are ours are quiet, and easy to miss.

The five portraits on this site are the result. Not the beginning — the end of a long path I walked alone, before I could understand it.

I built this practice because I wished, many times, that someone had been able to do for me what I now try to do for others: shorten the road. Not give the answers — but stand beside someone while they find their own.