At 18, newly sober from a meth addiction, I picked up a camera and turned my pain into visual poetry. It saved my life.

Three decades later, my work is a blend of Toltec wisdom, somatic practice, and a lifelong investigation into what lives between the words, expressed through my art practice. When I look through the lens, I’m not looking for an image. I’m listening for truth. I work primarily with large format film, Polaroid, and alternative printing processes.

I exhibit my fine art internationally in Milan, Paris, London, New York, and Los Angeles. Beyond the gallery, I offer sacred photo sessions globally for those ready to be seen, and I lead immersive containers where truth, art, and self-return intersect.

I’m a single parent to my son, Max, who has Down syndrome. He keeps me anchored in presence, honesty, and what actually matters.

I believe loving yourself, no matter fucking what, isn’t a concept. It’s a practice. And it changes everything.