you wrote the story, now it's time to tell it.

For me, film is one side of my coin, alongside photography. On one: a place where emotions and stories are frozen. On the other: stories in motion, yet still immortalized. And on the ridge of the coin: my writing. All, forever documented. 

The feeling I wasn't prepared for (when I started all of this years ago) was knowing that there are photos and videos out there that will exist seemingly forever. Embers of loved-ones, where I captured their genuine selves before their passing. I love that feeling of curiosity that comes with unpacking an old box of images or saved films: blowing off the dust, sorting through frames and albums, and flipping through pictures that you sometimes have to peel apart from one another as you plug in memory cards containing old videos. 

Maybe this stems from a wish that my family had done this, so that I could've looked back on people I didn't know (including my younger self) and get a glimpse of them.

Everything I create is all a fingerprint (or shadow) that I existed. That I left something behind, momentarily immortal, for curious people that'll never know me. And I wonder, if they'll wonder who captured it all for them to find. What will be the last thing I document and leave behind?

I wonder.

moving pictures

Why I choose