It took me a long time to get where I am now. Here’s where it all began.
I have loved the artistry of being behind the lens for as long as I can remember. I love seeing people transform and blossom just by draping them with some fabric or straightening their posture or adjusting their angle.
To me, photography really is an art, and it’s something that I have practiced and refined for many years.
How photography pulled me from darkness
I suffered from post natal depression with my first child, Tasmin.
For anyone who has been through post natal depression, you will know that life becomes a fog of darkened paths that can be difficult to navigate.
Most of the time, I wanted to curl up in bed and hide. But instead, I forced myself to pick up my camera and take photographs of everything: my child, my
surroundings, my life.
My camera became my lifeline, and the process of taking photographs became cathartic and therapeutic.
I can now look back at those early photos and feel happy about all the good things that were around me, even though I couldn’t see them at the time.
Photography isn’t my lifeline nowadays, but it is my life. I feel compelled to take
life changing photographs of babies, families and children every single day.