AS IT IS

The world offers itself to us in layers, in masks, in forms that shift depending on how we look. Shapes repeat themselves, echo across distances. Forms speak to each other across contexts, revealing that beneath the surface lies a deeper vocabulary of pattern and resonance. The world is in constant conversation with itself. These moments of recognition surprise me, shift something inside. This is the photographer’s territory: the space between what something is and what it seems to be. The same for an object or a person. To photograph is to acknowledge that seeing is never simple, never complete. It requires patience—a willingness to wait, to observe, to let the disguise reveal itself or deepen further.  

Reality hides, yes, but it also wants to be seen. It offers clues, suggestions, invitations to look closer, to look again, to see the connections. In the end, perhaps nothing shows itself clearly because clarity itself is an illusion. Things are always becoming, always between states, always echoing other things, always offering more than one truth. The photographer’s task is not to force revelation but to witness this beautiful ambiguity—to see what is hidden in plain sight, to notice when the world rhymes with itself, and to let it remain mysterious even as it’s captured.