How it all began.

A depressed and anxious new mother finds that parenthood does not at all meet her expectations. There is a lot less sleep than anyone warned. The baby does not care at all about age appropriate wake windows or swaddles. She expected maternal bliss. It’s messy and loud- constantly. Oh and there’s a pandemic. She loses all social contact, her job, her identity. She picks up a camera and finds that photography is well suited to this stage of motherhood. Slowly, she finds a new visual language. A way to describe the complex feeling of exhaustion, sacrifice, complete adoration and grief that comes with loving someone more than life itself.

“Remember when we shared the same body? You were me and I was you. My heart beats inside you.”