In the realm of photography and digital artistry, my personal path towards attaining anything resembling mastery more often reveals a landscape of trial and error, experimentation, and batshit curiosity. I had been a  videographer for more than 5 years when my girlfriend (a photographer) dared me to broaden my creative horizon and try photography – a similar, but very different beast. 

Early on, I realized that it demanded hands-on experience. So, I tagged along with her as she traveled the world and with camera in hand, proceeded to repeatedly horrify her with my process. Whereas she is a much more intentional shooter – setting up shots when the light, subject and content was as perfect as possible; I often shot out of the car window – indiscriminately capturing thousands of  candid moments to later edit in the privacy of our hotel room. No dabbling in balance, exposure, composition, and lighting. My images were raw and the results showed it. However each misstep provided valuable lessons, honing my technical skills and nurturing my creative intuition.

The biggest realization that dawned on me was that photography was not just about capturing subjects—it was about telling stories. Still images can have just as much content as moving images.  candid moments, I came to appreciate the beauty of imperfections. A blurry image, a partially obscured subject, or an unexpected element in the frame—these apparent flaws often contributed to the emotional impact of the photograph. These imperfections became integral to my art, emphasizing the authenticity of the scene and reminding viewers of the spontaneity that defines life’s most cherished moments.

And so I brazenly capture stolen smiles, contemplative gazes, and fleeting interactions. Each candid shot holds a unique narrative, a frozen instant that reveals the essence of a person, a place, or a moment in time.