I bought my Fujifilm in Bali and began taking it almost everywhere. Looking back, the photographs hold pieces of a life I was still in the middle of understanding.

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A love story with my best friend. A two-month-old puppy I rescued from the side of the road, who grew into my beautiful Pegasus. A woman who built an empire. A home I had to let go of. Sinéad O’Connor.

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There are whole stories behind these images. Some I can tell; others I would rather leave inside the photograph.

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I have always been drawn to light and composition, but it is often my attachment to a person or a place that makes me reach for the camera. Sometimes I recognise the importance of a moment as it happens. Sometimes I only see it much later.

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Photography is a personal part of my practice. I follow what catches my eye: the way light falls across someone I love, a shadow, a small detail I don’t want to forget. These photographs hold some of the happiest moments of my life, alongside people and places that changed its direction.

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That is what AI could never replace for me. I was there. I knew that person. I loved that home. For a moment, the light looked exactly like this.