I can tell you that photography is in my blood. My grandfather became a photographer after he returned from the war and as a young girl, my mother worked in his darkroom. She went on to become a beautiful painter and taught me from a very early age about composition and light. Always talking about the light.

She would often say, “isn’t the light so lovely over there?” and over time, I saw what she saw. The way light falls, the softness, the shadows. I saw how she liked to position things together to make up a story.

So from the very beginning, it’s almost like I had no choice on which path I would take. It’s no coincidence that my brother ended up being a film maker. We saw the good light that mum kept telling us about and then we started turning them into stories.

My mum stopped painting for the longest time. For decades. Then only a few years ago she picked up her brush again and the work started streaming through her. As if there were thousands of stories all trapped inside her that she hadn’t yet told, all desperate to come out.

She lights up when we talk about the light. She is the reason I do what I do. The reason I'm an even better photographer is thanks to my gorgeous partner, Eric. He's taken me far beyond my understanding of light, and more importantly, of love. A wonderful human being who pushes me to be a better version of myself and a better photographer as well.