This series of images of my mom's hands are a reflection of my families
journey last year when our mom became seriously ill and ultimately died.
I could not bear to take photos of what my mom was going through and
yet through these images of our hands...you know.
I have always appreciated photography and began my own journey years ago exploring and refining my eye for seeing, respecting, and capturing the beauty around me. My journey with photography has exposed me to some amazing moments that are powerful memories that stay with me just the same. I have found myself drawn to photo essays since still photography is a powerful way to translate conditions and experiences between different cultures. I am motivated and dedicated to using my skills as a photographer to tell powerful and meaningful stories that evokes an understanding and/or action.
