As a child I would beg my mom for a disposable film camera to take to school, especially on the last day. I carried around a polaroid camera everywhere I went, before I had a phone (which I didn't get until I was 19) and everyday I would wait for the moment. I would say, in everyday life, there is a moment that makes the day worth living for, worth remembering. I have hundreds of photos, form days I never want to forget. Then it hit me. My greatest fear is to forget my best days. My home has become a museum of memories, my journal is filled with days i dont want to forget and my camera has over 60,000 images from 2022- now. If there was a fire, I know exactly where my treasure lies; 

in photographs,

in the love of days I don't want to forget- they've become 

 priceless.

The Artist

with Joy, Carmina