I don’t need to be great at something to enjoy it, nobody needs to. Photography isn’t what I use to put bread on the table (but if anyone would like to offer to pay me for it, I won’t refuse either, hmu). There is no “artist statement” in the sense one would expect because, let’s be honest, is there even a cohesive theme here? If you find one, let me know. But as the creator of these pictures, I’m at a loss. I suppose the only common thread is I do what makes me happy and am capable of at that moment in time. And if there’s any proof that art can be therapeutic, just know I’m still alive and kicking.