Photography is an act of holding time, of preserving what is fleeting. My sister was the subject of my first photograph when she was four years old. Since then, I have photographed her across the decades—through childhood, adolescence, young adulthood, and motherhood. Each image is a fragment, a moment that exists on its own but also as part of an unfolding story.

This work, reflects on the nature of photography as both a document and a memory, a way of looking back while still moving forward, holding time, just long enough to remind us that we are always becoming.

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