A decade-long body of self-portraits made in fields, lakes, studio floors, and fog. A visual record of what it means to exist honestly inside a body, inside a life.

The work began on my twenty-fifth birthday as a way of staying present with myself. Made across ten years of personal transformation - grief, identity, recovery, becoming - the series uses the camera as both mirror and ritual. The body appears alone with objects: a fishing rod, burning furniture, a wooden beam, butterflies leaving, and studied light. The images do not narrate a linear recovery. They circle. They return.

Witness is organized into four chapters: Flesh, Weight, Threshold, Form. Each a different way of asking the same questions: what does grief look like when it takes physical form, what happens at the edge of transformation, and what remains when everything else is stripped away. Shot on digital and medium format film, the work moves from the elemental and natural to the controlled and interior. From the body returned to water and soil, to the body finally known from reflection.

Together they form a decade-long record of becoming. Made by the act of looking directly at myself, and choosing not to look away. Each one waited for the frame to match the moment. Some waited years.