My Work

I have never wished to be anything other than myself, though I have always felt that life wanted something else from me. Not a completely

A story of impending loss and surrendering your external heart to the ferryman of the ‘Next.’

A dark yet hopeful meditation on suffering, survival, and the complex relationship between body and mind, it ultimately reflects the silent contract we forge with life, no matter how painful the price.

One bright, perfect day, a love blossomed—now trapped, never having the chance to bloom. Time slips by, but the warmth of that moment lingers, forever sealed under the cold, slabbed fjord.

As snow blankets the world outside, a man surrenders to his roots.

A meditation on unearned sorrow, and a stoic’s breaking shell falling to his peer—like a glove.

On the edge of the city’s warm glow, a solitary figure finds a phone booth where he can lay his melancholy to rest among worn book spines.

Bound together by the chill, a fragile connection teeters on the edge of change, only to find that some bonds are as fleeting as the last patches of snow.