I have been smitten with photography for as long as I can remember. It is one of those extreme relationships of passionate love that keeps me awake at night and makes me feel high on life; and long periods of impaired communication when I need to isolate myself from it because of a potential treat of over-taking me.

I started when around fourteen years of age with documenting my states of mind, trying to capture them visually rather than writing them down. My imagination was limitless and constantly challenged, resulting in therapeutic relief.

Over the years, the number of self-portraits I take has fallen. But, strangely enough, they are still the best tool to deal with things that bother me; to examine, analyse and find a creative way to acknowledge them and with that release.