Hello, this is me.

I debated writing this in the first-person or the third. Other writers and creatives have their ‘about’ sections written in the third as if someone else is describing them to the reader. But as I started to write about myself, like I was someone else, the disconnect was too much. Who am I even? My appearance, my experiences, my values, my role in relation to others? That’s likely how someone else would describe me but, to me, I am and want to be the space between all of these things. The me that is you, that is the dirt, the plants, the air we breathe, the memories long lost and the moments yet to be found.

On a more tangible note: I’ve been fortunate along the way to run into people who told me to give it a shot, to keep going, or even, “bigger idiots than you”. My dad gave me his old film camera when I was 13. My mom, countless journals. Roommates turned life-long friends have edited my work over cups of coffee in the morning. My current community is filled with other artists who are more than willing to pose for an experimental photoshoot. I am beyond lucky.

Maybe that’s who I really am: the space between and the blessings bestowed.