Ghost
It began with Ghost—a journey into the veiled psyche of humankind, an exploration of the liminal space between the visible and the invisible, the sacred and the profane.
This work emerged from deep inner reckonings, rooted in my early encounters with church rituals, scripture, and the palpable energies of spiritual experience. From whispered prayers to transgressions, from the study of sacred texts to moments of untamed wildness—like a wolf moving through the wilderness—this tension between devotion and instinct forms the foundation of my inquiry.
The weightless bird, a recurring symbol in my work, carries wisdom just as profound. The departure of a beloved friend—an irretrievable loss—can fracture the very structure of body, mind, and spirit. In grief and reverence, I felt a divine current, gliding between realms of the living and the dead. This is the space of Ghost: where the forgotten, the searching, the exiled spirits roam in pursuit of home, of belonging, of meaning.
Nomadic and ever on the threshold of illumination, I found myself visited by apparitions—ghosts, angels, and spectral forms—that compelled me to gather textiles and honor nature as a sacred resting ground. The earth itself became a collaborator: I sought precise locations, historic fabrics, shadows cast by ancient trees, and the rough geometry of sandstone monoliths—all speaking to the breath of life embedded in place and time.
All sentient beings wear garments—fashion as a living expression, a second skin that narrates identity, memory, and transformation. The shroud, in this context, becomes not just a funerary cloth, but a final adornment, humble in its form, yet profound in its symbolism.
We are, all of us, composed of stardust, soil, memory, and myth—woven into a vast and luminous exaltation. We breathe, we cease, we begin again. This cycle is our collective story.
Through the camera, I attempt to capture these ideologies of mortality and immortality—translating the ineffable into still image. I try to hold these ideas still—mortality, immortality, illusion, belief. Not to prove them, but to witness them. Light and form become vessels. Ephemeral truths float before us, briefly real, then gone. What may begin as an empirically ungrounded belief system transforms into a visual manifestation of spirit. Light and form become vessels of the unseen, briefly visible before mortal eyes—nebulous, ephemeral, and profoundly moving.