My grandpa is standing to the right, holding a Zorki Soviet Union camera (an affordable, almost exact copy of Leica I have now). I heard he took photos, but I never knew how much it meant to him. Back then in Ukraine, photography was a luxury. Now I know this is what I’m meant to do- to preserve and honor what he wished he could do more of.

He died when I was three. I don’t remember much, just that he was in pain and at the end. Seeing this photo was the first time I have felt connected to him. Something deeper than I can explain.

My heart.

I look for the light, the easy, the organic. The movement between moments, where the joy and color are found.

Every year I asked for the lavender backdrop, but in our home photos were considered a luxury, which meant no matter how much I asked for color I was given gray, until in the fifth grade my persistence paid off and I remember feeling so free and so me, and it was not until high school that I had the chance to create that moment for someone else when I borrowed my friend’s fancy camera I did not know how to use to take senior photos for my older sister who never had them, and though they were cheesy and blurry they were her, comfortable, playful and free, and the joy I felt watching her see herself is what made me buy my first camera and why I do what I do, and with me I hope you feel seen, like the presence of a sister who cares about capturing your true essence, and when your gallery arrives I hope you are reminded of your light

What’s your dream backdrop?

My family’s story begins in Ukraine, and these images are the only pieces I hold. You don’t realize how important images are until you go back to feel.These images guide me, shaping how I hope your moments will be felt for generations to come.

family Heirlooms

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