every day, a photograph. every week, a challenge.

What began as a way to reflect on the act of photography, at first, became an attempt to force my hand to keep creating at a time when I struggled to make sense of the circumstances. During shutdowns, isolation, and institutional turmoil, I was watching the world closely, looking at the things around me, but I was not making photographs. My practice became a quiet challenge to transform those everyday moments into something seen and shared.

Some days are banal or filled with joy, others are bleak and difficult or heavy, and some things can’t be photographed. However, my commitment to taking at least one photograph a day kept me aware and present.

This daily ritual kept me moving forward, and it reminded me that creative work isn’t always about clarity or control, but about seeing and showing up, trusting that the meaning may emerge, not in the images, but in the act itself. Every photograph becomes a record and a reminder of the importance of attention paid, persistence, and patience.