About me

I am what remains after beauty has stopped saving.

I photograph the border — between what is still a body and what no longer is. Between the mask we wear every day and what cracks beneath it. Between fascination and decay.

There is no innocence in my work. Only tension. The delicate tremor of a moment when something simultaneously attracts and destroys. A red rose in smoke. Cracked skin. A body that still tries to breathe, even though it knows clean air has long become a privilege.

I do not try to save.
I try to show what remains — wet, broken, still hungry.