As a camera-less photographer, I coax the essence of the woods onto light-sensitive paper, weaving tales of the unseen. Delicate ferns, wispy mosses, and skeletal leaves become my brushes, painting narratives of decay and renewal. The forest floor, a repository of secrets, yields its treasures. In the darkroom, alchemy unfolds as botanical fragments, suspended in solution, surrender to the gentle persuasion of light. My prints are testaments to the forest's quiet majesty, cartographies of the invisible, and odes to the symbiotic dance between light, matter, and the passing of time.
