I never planned to become a photographer. My first love was painting. I was eight years old when I hung my first drawings on a school wall and called it an exhibition, not because I thought they were great but because I wanted to see them breathe outside of me. Photography arrived much later when I was twenty four, almost by accident. I picked up a camera the way you pick up something you feel you have held before and in that moment I knew this was it for the rest of my life.

I taught myself everything. No rules, no mentors, just instinct. I use a camera the way a painter uses a brush, not to record but to transform. Every image I make is born exactly as you see it in the lens in the moment without Photoshop, filters or artificial intelligence. The colors, the light, the atmosphere are not decoration. They are the language I speak. They are what turns the ordinary into something rare, sometimes unrecognizable, yet more true than the obvious.

For me a photograph is not a picture but a doorway. I want you to feel the magic in it, to feel the emotion, to be pulled somewhere you did not expect to go. My work is collected around the world and has appeared in places I once only dreamed of, but none of that matters as much as this. To keep reaching for what cannot be seen, to find the light that hides behind things, and to bring it back before it disappears.