For a time, I wasn’t sure I’d ever feel the need to create again. But during long, solitary walks through abandoned winter fields, something in the land began to whisper.  I started to notice signs of life returning, small gestures of light and growth. The landscape felt like it was inviting me to begin again,

I picked up my DSLR to document those early moments of reconnection, film just seemed too attached to the ‘before’ version of me. But soon snippets of what I was feeling could not be documented through digital and I felt the pull back to analog processes—the slowness, the tactile nature of it, the sense of being present with each image. In returning to film, I began to return to myself but different, the ‘after’ version.