Each walk begins at my apartment, tracing the same path - leaving it and arriving back to it. It reflects a private ritual: walking, observing, remembering.
In these meanderings,the ordinary feels curious, and the curious, momentarily, sacred. It is a space filled with stillness, tenderness, solitude, and wonder.
Fleeting encounters hint at the passing of time, and in some cases, the emotional undercurrents of adolescence.
At home, life has become delicate and uncertain - one of my parents caught in a quiet battle with time — and the need to escape has taken on a sharper edge. I return my walks not just as the photographer, but as the inner child that inhabits us, searching for fragments of clarity and peace.
New York, once the backdrop of my younger, more carefree self, now holds a different gravity. The park becomes a space of therapy, where I walk to remember, to feel, and to reflect on the shifting terrain of youth, memory, and the bond with my father.