“[Art] is the call to self-express…It’s not necessarily to understand ourselves or be understood. We share our filter, our way of seeing, in order to spark an echo in others. Art is a reverberation of an impermanent life.

Michelangelo’s David, the first cave paintings, a child’s finger-paint landscapes—they all echo the same human cry, like graffiti scrawled in a bathroom stall:

I was here.”

—The Creative Act: A Way of Being (by Rick Rubin)

This quote resonated with me today. My art isn’t about me feeling seen or understood—it’s about leaving a trace. A heartbeat. A reflection of how I see, feel, and move through the world. Every image and film I create is my way of saying: I was here…here is how I saw it.

Not “here” because I’m significant…here for a purpose. Here to celebrate families the way they deserve to be celebrated. Here to love them through my lens. My art is not perfect, but it is permanent, both in the way it preserves a fleeting moment and as my lasting fingerprint on this world.

If my work makes you feel something, it’s because my heart echoes your human longing for more time and more transcendence. Something real in a world of artificial. I pray my art also echoes the heart of divine Love. I believe all art is God’s love letter to a broken world. I’m just grateful to be here and be one of His messengers.

I treasure this family and am so grateful to have been present for these tender moments.

Scroll to the end to see me in my element with these little loves!