Before I understood cyanotype, blue was just a colour. Now, it feels like a memory slowly appearing on paper. When the photograph still felt unfinished There came a point in my photographic journey when I realized that making the image was not enough. I was developing my films, scanning them carefully, and spending time understanding the negatives. Yet, even after all of that, it felt incomplete. The photograph still existed behind a screen, distant from the physicality I had

What if the photograph isn’t the final step? And what if some images don’t end when they are taken? What if you want to feel the image- the subtle, happy feeling of holding an image? The beginning: capturing everything My journey with photography did not begin with printing. It began, as it does for many of us, with a digital camera and an eagerness to capture everything that moved me. In those early days, I photographed freely. Anything that caught my attention became a fram

I didn’t begin photography with a plan or a direction; I simply followed what felt natural, not realising I was already walking a path that was entirely my own. Before I knew what I was doing In 2011, a friend handed me her camera and encouraged me to take a few photographs. That moment stayed with me. I photographed whatever caught my attention—random scenes, passing moments, fragments of everyday life. Some images had intention, most did not. But after a few frames, I reali