Archival Prints

The Stories

Mirrors, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen

Captured as the sun was rising at Burning Man, I was drawn to be still in this moment as a sunrise set played out in this balloon basket above me. Exhausted and ready for sleep I still felt this pull to be still and embrace this experience where humans of all walks enjoyed the magic of music, sonic spells if you will. No one was worried how the other looked, smelled, what you did for a living or where you were brought up. A pure human to human encounter. It reminded me of connection and how we are all mirrors to one another. A core memory that brings me back to the soul alignment we are all chasing. 

Kinship, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen 

Captured on a warm evening in Mexico City. We had explored the magic that was CDMX Art Week that day and were on a mission to find a rooftop with tequila. After having a long talk with one of the boys about the journey of magic mushrooms, I turned as the sun was setting on our chosen rooftop bar, to capture an almost brotherly moment between my friends. Smiling and laughing about the Reggatón bar they were going to venture to later in the evening. I found myself present in that moment, enjoying what it meant to create a bond, to be excited about the little things and to create lasting human connections.

Her Stare, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen 

It was my last day in Mexico City and I decided to go on a solo walk through the city to calm my nerves. As I walked I tried to be more conscious of my surroundings in hopes to retain the day and all of its color. I felt almost a mystical pull to slow my pace and as I did, I noticed this adorable little girl tucked into this marble cove, sipping on her Coca-Cola. I turned and looked at her to almost be jolted into her world and as she looked me straight in the eyes, everything changed within seconds. Loud, piercing earthquake sirens caused everyone to run out of the buildings and pour into the streets. That quick moment between me and that little girl felt like the calm before a storm and I found deep meaning within that. I never saw her again and I often wonder if she finished her Coca-Cola. 

His Smile, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen

I was riding a high being I had just seen a wild Bengal Tiger that weekend on a safari in India. We were leaving the resort we had been staying at which was positioned right outside this little village. As we drove down the winding dirt roads I noticed this almost fluorescent building peaking out at me. I asked the driver to stop so I could take a photo and as I positioned my camera this sweet little boy came out of his home and walked towards me. His smile was piercing. His aura felt so bright and pure. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I had just left this all inclusive resort, and right outside the gates were people living entirely different realities. Though his life seemed to be much harder from my outsider view, I found myself looking at the photo of him to realize he seemed to be just as happy as I was that day I saw that tiger. Overjoyed just to meet a new person and have his photo taken. His innocence and elation allowed me a perspective shift. Perhaps we can find joy in the smallest of things. 

I See You, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen

It had been a long road, figuratively and literally. I had cried almost consistently that day and night. On a long drive back to Los Angeles from Louisiana, I found myself in a mind melt. There was a shift within me on that trip and I think deep down I knew all along what was to come. My partner and I at the time, had a very heavy and confrontational phone call the day prior. The conversation was orchestrated by myself but it felt almost involuntary. It did not end well. On that drive I contemplated everything. I wondered why this was happening to me. Why I deserved this. Why me? I forced myself to not sleep as to get to Los Angeles sooner and see my partner to hopefully have it all be a dream. It was about 4 am and I realized I couldn’t safely continue to drive, so I pulled off and slept in my front seat at a gas station. As I opened my eyes only 2 hrs later, I saw the sunrise. Even though I was positioned right next to a freeway, I found that morning to be so quiet and still. It felt as if it was just me there witnessing the sun welcome a new day and in that moment I realized something, I had only been thinking of me, why me, me me me but what about him? What about how he perceived things? What about his heart? I think I realized that day it was the end for us but I also felt like I saw him for the first time.

Throughline, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen

A short stroll turned to a 3 hr walk across the city of Rome. I was on my Eat, Pray, Love trip. After parting ways with my partner, I found myself in Italy for a month. It seemed almost comical how often I would notice couples embracing, kissing, holding hands, laughing, and the list builds. It felt like life was taunting me. Why was I noticing this so much. It seemed like it was in all caps but yet I knew it wasn’t. I was just hyper aware of what I had just lost. On this walk I decided I would just embrace it. Why not try to find the beauty rather paint these humans in love as darkness. I crossed a bridge and looked over to notice these two young people overlapped and gazing into each others eyes. It was literally picturesque. I was in Italy for god sake. It was a reminder that all things are fleeting. This pain I was feeling wasn’t forever. The heart knows many lives and would heal. I smiled and watched as they held one another. I wish they could know the power their love had on me that day.

Lady In Red, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen

It was my last day in Venice, Italy. It was cold, rainy and I was irritable but I decided to go out and explore since my stay was limited there. As I went to my ferry stop to cross the canal, I looked over and saw this woman. Her stare felt soft but intentional, it was something I had experienced often throughout Italy but I didn’t mind it because any human interaction was welcomed as I was alone and often times throughout my journey, incredibly lonely and incapable to communicate due to the language barrier. As I set out into that day I was hopeful I would make some type of a connection, perhaps even a friend. If only I knew what that day had in store. I walked aimlessly as the rain started to pour down on me. I ended up at a cafe where I decided to log onto one of the apps. I was matched with this handsome man. His name was Bohdan. He worked at a gallery in town, so I mentioned to him I was an artist and it was my last day. We met at my favorite wine bar next to one of the canals and immediately hit it off. He was sassy and loved to talk shit about Americans, which I enjoyed. After the one drink we both looked at each other and decided we wanted to continue to hang out, so we walked. He was an art historian and insisted on taking me to all of these hidden spots and gave me in depth art lessons on each. We ended up in hidden coves making out and giggling. We bar hopped, had some tramezinni, walked and walked, talked about art and our life stories, laughed and laughed. It was about 3 am now and he said “let me take you to the farthest spot in Venice” so we walked and ended up at the farthest point possible in a foggy park on a bench. It felt like out of a movie. We smoked one last cigarette and smiled. He walked me back to my ferry stop and as he said goodbye he said, “I am going to write about this night in my journal”. We said goodbye and I went home with only smiles. 

Looking Glass, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen

After a long hot day out in Bangalore, India, we began to make our way back to rest and shower before dinner. Exhausted, I gazed out of the window to notice this packed bus alongside us. I remember scanning everyone in their seats, thinking I wonder what they are thinking about, I wonder if they are tired or irritable too, I wonder if they had a good day? I stopped when I hit this woman. She didn’t care to look at me, she barely seemed to care to blink. I watched her stare aimlessly into the distances, head almost braced perfectly against the window pane. She looked so still, she seemed so peaceful. The moment was fleeting but as she drove away, I snapped her photo. Her literal reflection against the window became a metaphor for me. 

Dysmorphia, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen

I was about 23 years old. Fresh to Los Angeles. Broke and living in my art studio on Hollywood Blvd illegally. In many ways it felt like the dream and in many ways it felt like the end. I was lost but so inspired, broke but so rich with adventure. It was a late night, I had painted that day and felt like taking the edge off, so I of course decided to have a boy over. More like a man. We had our fun and afterwards I said, “you’re body is beautiful, can I take a photo of you”, he obliged and I snapped his photo in front of one of my paintings. After he left, I remember looking at his body, analyzing it over and over again, then looking at mine and comparing. What he didn’t know that night was that during our entire exchange, I was sucking in my stomach, angling my body in ways I felt suited me, kept the lights dimmed for most of his stay, because I didn’t like my body. I wanted to look like him. That fixation festered and grew inside me. To this day I think of that experience and how much control I’ve allowed others perceptions of me control my narrative and actions. How much I wish I had just loved my body and understood they come in all shapes and sizes. The mold we are forced to fit inside of isn’t universal but the struggle seems to be. 

Their Love, 2026

Acrylic, cyanotype on linen

I was in Mexico attending my best friends wedding. We had a time. It was the next day, I was feeling a bit low and couldn’t pin point the source. I remember looking around at one point and every one was coupled. Cuddling, laughing, embracing each other after we had all just celebrated this beautiful love. I was alone. I couldn’t stop harping on the negative side of my experience and how sad it was that I was at a destination wedding, with all of these partners celebrating love and I had failed at it. As the sun set, I let the thoughts drift away and allowed myself to be more present. We watched as a group of horses walk across the levee and seemingly into the distance. As the sun left I quietly reminded myself, their love is worth admiring not comparing.