It wasn’t me.

Recently heard a quote that said, “Do what you love, and the rest will follow.” After spending a long time diving into the depths of photography, wandering from genre to genre, questioning and wondering what exactly I want to do in this art form, I reached a conclusion. I want my art to ask more questions than it gives answers. I want it to touch people, to make the viewer think, explore, and transform. This led me to the realization that the right path is to follow everything that holds meaning for me and, through it, try to help others. The photo project I present to you, “It Wasn’t Me,” is tied to the deep-seated childhood wounds trapped within us—wounds that keep us from pursuing what we truly want. Every “You can’t,” every “You shouldn’t,” and all the moments when those who were supposed to guide us in childhood weren’t there—not to show us the right direction, but simply to support us in choosing our own. “It Wasn’t Me” is a project in which I wish to explore the unknown. The things buried so deep within us that we don’t even realize how much they hold us back—and what it would mean to be free of them. “It Wasn’t Me” is an exploration of all the definitions that were placed upon me but are not truly mine. Of all the actions we did not take because we wanted to, but because they were imprinted on us from an early age. It is a dive into the depths of self-reflection—to learn more about ourselves and, most importantly, about everything that was instilled in us as law and rule before we even had the chance to know who we were. It is about all that we desperately wanted to escape, to break free from, but lacked the strength to do so—so we lived for years in illusion, having lost ourselves long before we ever had the chance to find out who we are. Before we could discover ourselves, we had already begun to disappear—turning into everything someone else wanted us to be, and nothing of what we truly wanted to be. “It Wasn’t Me” is a project in which I hope more and more people will recognize themselves—and realize that the problem is not them, but the improvement is. That they are not their pain, but they are their happiness. That the inability to follow oneself, to discover and change, is not a mirage. Each of us is an infinite universe—full of eruptions. And it is precisely from those eruptions that the most beautiful auroras are born.