As I enter further into 2019, I made a promise to myself to invest more time and continue pushing my photography forward. The first step is to reflect. Ask myself why am I photographing? Why do I carry my camera around everywhere? Why do I document what I do? And it all leads back to one moment in my life. I remember it like it was yesterday.
April 4, 2002.
This was the day my father passed away.
I remember waking up really early in bed hearing my mom on the phone and I knew. Instantly I knew exactly what that phone call was saying.
Fast forward to September 4, 2015.
This was the day my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer.
Another phone call but this time my mother was one the other side and I was the one listening. My heart crumbled into a million pieces. How could this be happening? I am supposed to have so much more time with the two most important people in my life.
This was also my senior year of college. Thus I was tasked with creating my senior thesis. A photojournalism project documenting the two people I had left - my mother and my sister. If I captured our memories together then they wouldn’t fade like my fathers did.
Little did I know that over the past 8 years I had been documenting them more than I even realized. As though some subconscious voice was telling me that I may not be able to find my memories forever, but these photographs will reignite them within you. Over the next year I would capture my mother journey and the memories my sister and I shared with her.
She is now 3 years cancer free. I continue to capture her, my sister, and the people that share in those memories with us.
So I share with you my mother and my sister. They are the reason I photograph. The reason that I carry my camera with me everywhere.
My losses are the reason I photograph.