In 2014, I unexpectedly lost one of my most profound connections. The experience of mourning caused my perception of the world to shift in ways I could never have predicted. Photography became my consolation and allowed me to see again, but through a different lens. As I photographed, I was struck by a truth that moved from my head to heart. It was in the smallest moments of daily life, that the greatest pain and beauty was found. Cereal in the morning. A last sunset on the street of my childhood. Holding hands before a flight home. Two strangers alone on a beach. These simple scenes confront the fears and endless rumination on the meaning of death, the complexity of friendships, the intricacies of love, and the enigmatic nature of human connection.
