A visual response to the unimaginable death of everyone’s mother and an invitation to remember what it means to be held and experiencing what it means to hold.

How come the stories change with the movement of a stone?

The paradox of mourning for the loss a beloved dog through a fusion of photography and drawing.

Perhaps a stop that has turned into another journey.

It is no accident that you are reading this.
This moment has been waiting for you. I have been waiting for you.

The way a kid appreciates the sun, the wind and the gravity was never coming back for me.

A man running into the fire to save a photograph.

An escape, a life-long journey, a shadow that is being carried away, everywhere they go.

A Handbook of Forgiveness and A Handbook of Punishment.

A Silent Protest.