The end of something (or, the beginning of something)

Following the death of my younger brother during my first year back in school, I became acutely aware that my photography was changing in ways that I couldn’t quite articulate. One thing that I was certain of—that since my brother’s passing, I had been consumed with the idea and concept of loss—of what it does to us and how it affects us going forward. At its most basic level, loss (or being lost, for that matter) is at once relatable to all of us, and relative to each of us.

The End of Something, is about a process; encompassing a personal search to rediscover—or perhaps, to reinvent—a sense of normalcy or clarity within one’s self having been burdened by such loss. The End of Something is also about the beginning of something else. It is about loss, sure...but it’s about being lost as well; it’s about the process of facing hardships and learning the best way one can move forward despite the ongoing “irrepressible cycle of life.” While the imagery expressed within this project might in many places fall short of assurances that better days lie ahead, there is still extant in other places a sense of lingering hope that all is not lost.

To continue to exist in spite of hardship stands as a sign of resilience and a testament to desire. For myself, as an artist and a photographer, expressing through metaphor what had been endured internally, by a contextualization within my photographs was eventually how I saw best to navigate these uncharted seas, and how I personally chose to find my way. Photography literally became for me the best therapy, and the photographs themselves stand as witness to a diaristic performance directly relating to my personal journey in the search for meaning and discovery.