Sometimes I wish I could travel back in time and confront myself face to face. There is no relationship more intimate, conflicted, and enduring than the one we have with ourselves. We move through time accompanied by our own presence like a shadow, unavoidable and constantly speaking to us. My work begins from this sense of temporal dissonance, the friction between who I was, who I am, and who I imagine myself to be.


For me, happiness is often entangled with regret. Past decisions, memories, and unrealised possibilities remain present, resurfacing in quiet and unexpected ways. These presences are not fixed. They shift, fade, and reappear, shaping how I inhabit the present. I often question the choices I have made and sometimes find myself resisting who I have become. In therapy I was encouraged to reconnect with my inner child and approach myself with patience and compassion. That relationship with oneself is foundational.


This is where photography enters. It becomes a way of seeing with fresh, unfiltered eyes. A tool that not only frames what I observe but also allows me to approach myself and the past with curiosity instead of criticism. Photography may be the most accessible form of time travel we have. We freeze a moment and call it forever, even though this promise is an illusion. The image persists while the emotion fades and memory slowly changes.


According to theoretical physics, time travel may be possible via a wormhole. I do not claim to understand the math. This is not a scientific model but a visual one. A mind game, or perhaps a soft science fiction metaphor for healing. By imagining time travel as a way to revisit and visually reframe the past, photography becomes a space where past and present briefly overlap and where memory, self image, and imagination meet.