No matter what I do, from graphics, to video, to my niche in photography, I only ever aim to show my audience what I saw in my head. I’m enamored by the surreal but pleasing; I think it’s a weird-sort-of-beautiful. Hours of work in the studio is my way of saying, “I’m moved by this, & I want you to be moved, too.” As I began playing with angles and powers of light in my dark studio, I quickly realized how scientific the craft can be. My analytic mind loves it and sometimes when I’m really in my zone, I feel like a mad scientist. I think we all do when we’re really in our stride. My first run-in with the 'surreal' that sparked my flames near gasoline, -I was toying with the idea that you can imitate the ground in any dark setting, with just a mirror. One shot and I was addicted as my mind began to run wild with any idea that would illude the eye. Not a year later, I was manic with creativity and drowning in useless props, all but consumed by a fractal of ideas. It was blissful chaos. These weird directions my photography has taken me in, showed me two extremes of the art that I have a tearful love for equally. My analytical side won’t let the slightest discrepancy pass by, and I don’t stop before perfection. But my art's origin keeps me grounded in that I truly enjoy the in-depth, thoughtful and artistic freedom more than the purposeful actions. I'm not a photographer, I'm an artist that just happens to use a camera.