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 have spent decades exploring and refining my eye for seeing, respecting, and capturing the beauty around me. In fact my journey with photography has exposed me to some amazing moments that frankly are not sufficiently captured with the lens but are powerful memories that stay with me. 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 action
