self portraits of the artist as a young dirtbag
I spend a lot of time in nature, often alone. In spring 2017 I made a solo hitchhiking and wild camping trip in the Balkans. It was too early for tourists and the locals were still in a winter daze, so I often had the mountains to myself, sometimes walking 30km+ in a day and seeing no one, falling asleep to the sounds of confused birds or feral dogs barking in the night and waking up with frost covering my tent.
places for tents & bivies
On the road, everywhere starts to look like a spot for shelter (: Wild camping sometimes means you have to wake up before sunrise, national park glamping means a luxurious late start.
friends & mountains
When I'm alone in the mountains, and it's the time of day where everything glows as it is fading, I feel like I can't hold this entire dream world on my own—I become wistful for another person to share the experience with, to solidify the memory and give it weight.
salt, sand, & smoke
I grew up on the coastal desert, so the ocean is a big part of my identity.
urban play structures
I am super interested in how different places build things for their kids. Of course I have to climb all over these whenever I find them (:
rooftops
Look up; no one ever looks up. Even in the city I like to gain some elevation.
