Art Statement 

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Thousands of statements, feelings & thoughts…
Yet nothing I wrote ever felt right.

At first I thought only of  roots,
of Shaqra & Anak, but the work became more than that .

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I have always captured moments, afraid they might slip away.

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Light has always been where I begin,
The first thing I notice,

The first thing I follow.

It’s also the meaning of my name.

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The camera became an extension of me,
A way to hold memory, a way to see.

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I used to work through family archives, holding onto people, to time.
Believing that memory is art.

 

Then I began to wonder,
How can a place be a memory?

 

By locations, people, songs, scents or roots
Or is it me?

 

Everything feels blurred.

 

This work holds no people.

 

Yet every image returns as someone
a presence,
a memory,
a feeling I can’t separate from them.

 

This place is not just land
It is a part of me.