A Wound Across My Memory

Our past shapes our identities. Our memories serve as the foundation of our present selves. But, are we reliable witnesses to our own past? Do our memories meet us where we experienced them, as perfect reflections of what was. Or do they evolve, to survive in our current life. My photography bears witness, portraying individual memories of my years in addiction and the past 11 years of sobriety, as they survive to best serve me. 

Incorporating lens filters I crafted from repurposed liquor bottles, my photography mirrors the distorted perception addiction imposes on emotions, relationships, and even visual perception, unveiling the fragmented yet inspirational narratives of resilience and transformation within the human experience.