Every step is a choice. Some are light, some heavy, all leave a mark.

What shoe to pick? What choice to make? Some decisions feel small — like laces and colors — but their impact can follow us for miles. The wrong shoes can eat your feet alive, just as a wrong choice can leave scars you carry for years. Yet even regrets are part of the journey. Sometimes, the obstacles, the blisters, and the detours are exactly what push us to where we need to be. Choices are everywhere, shaping paths we can’t always see. Step carefully, but remember: even the painful steps still move you forward.

  

Location: Home, Portugal.

Sometimes ahead, sometimes behind. Always there.

Light doesn’t just illuminate, it creates. Every step under the sun casts a reminder that we are never alone. Our shadows stretch, distort, disappear, and return, but they never truly leave us.

Sometimes they follow quietly behind. Sometimes they walk ahead, larger than life. And sometimes, they merge so closely with us that we forget they’re even there.

We walk with our shadows. They hold the parts of us we don’t always see, the fragments we leave behind, and the pieces we’re still learning to embrace.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.

Reflected, distorted, and layered. A reminder that even self-portraits are never just one thing.

A self-portrait, but not a simple one.

Who am I, really? Am I only who I think I am, or who others believe me to be? Am I the version I see in the mirror, or the version reflected through someone else’s eyes?

Sometimes it’s hard to just be yourself, especially when there are so many selves to carry. Layers, distortions, fragments. None of them false, but none of them whole on their own.

This frame is a reminder: we are never just one thing.

Location: Home, Portugal 

A reminder that even the simplest view holds more than one layer.

What looks obvious at first often hides another dimension, another point of view waiting if you’re willing to look closer.

This is the first frame of the project, and already it feels like a statement: to slow down, to see differently, and to notice what usually slips by.

 

Location: Home, Portugal.