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Narratives in frame
My editorial photography blends artistry with storytelling, capturing moments that reveal both style and substance. Each image is thoughtfully composed to convey a mood, meaning, and emotion, turning visual concepts into lived stories. Through this work, I aim to bridge the space between authenticity and imagination.
Grief, Photo Series
Grief is a deeply personal photo series exploring the raw and shifting emotions of loss. The breaking, the remembering, and the quiet transformation that follows. Through intimate imagery and written reflections, this body of work traces how grief reshapes us, revealing that love and pain are forever intertwined. It is not only a story of loss, but of growth. Of how, through the ache, we learn to live, to love, and to see the beauty in what remains.
Denial
The silence before the storm. A mind refusing to believe what the heart already knows. You search for traces, for proof that it isn’t real, as if love alone could bring reality back to how it used to be.
Depression i
The weight settles in. Days blur. The world loses its color. It’s the quiet collapse after the storm.
Depression ii
The hollow stillness where you finally face the truth that they are gone.
Anger i
You find yourself angry at the silence, at the way life dares to keep moving, at the people who speak their ordinary words while your world has ended.
Anger ii
The ache turns to fire. You rage at the unfairness, at the world, at yourself, at God. It’s not just fury, it’s love with nowhere to go, burning for the one who’s gone.
Bargaining i
You start making promises to the universe, to God, to the air itself. If only you bring them back, I’ll change. I’ll be better. I’ll do anything. It’s the desperate whisper between hope and heartbreak, an attempt to negotiate with something far beyond your control.
Bargaining ii
Bargaining is the mind’s last stand against finality. It’s the illusion that maybe, just maybe, love can rewrite what has already been written. You retrace memories, replay moments, wonder what you could’ve done differently, as if one small shift might have saved them.
Bargaining iii
You cling to the if onlys. If only I had called sooner. If only I had stayed longer. If only I had said the words that still live on my tongue. Each thought becomes a door you try to reopen, but every one leads back to the same place, the silence where they are not.
Acceptance in Anger
Somewhere inside the rage, a quiet truth begins to form. That this isn’t something that can be undone. The fire still burns, but it no longer destroys. It warms what’s left. You stop fighting what happened and start learning to live with it. The anger doesn’t vanish; it transforms into strength and into love that refuses to die.
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