“Lost Photographs are taken from when it all started until today and will probably continue for as long as I am alive. For the longest time, I struggled with not understanding where my imagery came from. For years, I ignored I went through trauma, experiencing dissociation, and a strangely accepted depression, which I believed to be the ‘normal’ amount of sadness for a human being my age. I was so grateful to be alive that I believed these feelings were just the price to pay for it. These images are one more of the ways I found to explode. And it worked: my work took me to a life I never imagined possible, and to people who became the mirror I needed to understand my own experience finally.”