Reflections in the Mirror: Writing Blood Red
Writing Blood Red was like walking through a haunted forest. Beautiful, treacherous, and full of echoes I wasn’t always ready to hear.
Writing Blood Red was like walking through a haunted forest. Beautiful, treacherous, and full of echoes I wasn’t always ready to hear.
Not every story begins with “Once upon a time,” and not every photograph needs a smile to speak volumes. Some of the most powerful moments—whether told in words or captured in stillness—emerge from places of darkness, silence, and survival.
Photography is more than just clicking a button—it’s about understanding light, movement, and emotion. Whether it’s the golden glow of sunrise, the dramatic contrast of a stormy sky, or the soft shimmer of moonlight on water, light is what brings every photograph to life.
Storytelling isn’t limited to words on a page—it exists in every captured moment, every frame, and every photograph that speaks without a single word. As both a writer and a photographer, I’ve found that these two art forms aren’t so different. Both require an eye for detail, an appreciation for emotion, and a deep desire to connect with an audience.
Stories don’t just come from imagination—they come from the world around us. A conversation overheard in a café, the way light filters through the trees at dusk, or the fleeting expression on a stranger’s face. Inspiration is everywhere, waiting to be captured and transformed into something unforgettable.
Poetry has always been a refuge—a place where emotions can be raw, unfiltered, and honest. When I began writing the Call of the Void series, I didn’t set out to create poetry for the sake of poetry. I set out to translate the things I couldn’t say out loud into something tangible.
Fairy tales have been passed down for generations, shaping the way we see magic, love, and heroism. But beneath the surface of these classic stories lies something deeper—darker. In my Forsaken Fairy Tales series, I take these beloved legends and unravel them, exposing the shadows that have always been lurking at the edges.