Many artists classify their work as outlets of self-expression and perform in hopes of exaggerating their unique perspectives. For me, this is also true, but whilst making photographs I deem my subjects foreign, unknown and plot how they can be interpreted imaginatively. I choose to focus on objects, people, and scenes that brighten my own aesthetics and capture them in a form that may or may not cause interrogation from my audience. My photographs become my visual representations of conversations that have yet to be held and feelings that I cannot justify. Before I began making photographs, I always found myself demanding more from the sunrise, more from scurrying pedestrians, and more from my own picturesque memories. I’m bringing the people who get the opportunity to see my work something real, something they can feel. My work offers a glimpse into the routine of an aware, heart-broken, cigarette-smoking, constricted yet free nomad who more than often regrets stopping to speak to strangers. This series discloses a flawed existence of stories. Stories where I record my own actions and reactions. I acknowledge that movie soundtracks are not as moving as they once used to be, shadowed by popular culture and guarded by generic barriers that most of us refuse to break down.