My personal connection to the world occurs through particular people and place. Certain relationships form everyday life into the meaning of a lifetime. This body of work portrays warmth, quiet intimacy and a fleeting sensation of security; one can barely grasp at this young, ever evolving stage of life. A constant utopian dream runs through the images yet is haunted by a feeling of something not quite transcendental. It is a private look into the life of one discovering and exploring continual existence.

This story is about moving away from a hometown, a city that has been devastated by a natural disaster. This is a portrayal of new beginnings and the small details, which create the true sense of an honest autobiography. This is a series of images documenting relationships, inclusive of the relationship within myself. They tell of familiar surroundings, intimate spaces and interactions that have been encountered. This photographic work is an extension of my own experiences and what I have observed. Many themes are conveyed within these images, the beauty and softness can distract from the subtle meaning behind the work. An envelope lying abandoned on a bed, the connotations regarding this image and the interpretations that can be taken from these photographs are varied and subtly deep.

In this body of work portraiture has strong prominence within the images. It is a revealing of oneself in front of the camera, which allows the viewer to be presented with something very exposed and delicate. My presence before the lens captures a certain moment in time, one where I have completely relaxed enough to allow a truthful depiction of myself to be photographically imprinted in the present. One self-portrait I have created includes myself sitting, curled up on a bed. To the right is a hanging jar of jasmine flowers. From a glance this image resembles a simple, baring all, type of portrait. However,
delving into this picture we consider the slumped posture against the dull wall and notice the flowers are dead and drooping. Is this really utopia?