FIELD NOTES

At the turn of each calendar, I reflect on my work from the year prior, often through a lens of critique beneath the guise of ambition. In January,...

Since the earthquake in 2010, Haitians began migrating to Chile and Brazil in search of employment. But with the onset of the pandemic in March...

For 15 years, I traveled back and forth to Haiti. Between 2013 and 2017, I lived and worked on the ground full-time. In many ways, it became home;...

Everything feels uncertain and yet certain all at once. Each morning, I raise the blinds halfway. The sun casts shadows through my living room...

In January 2023, I spent a week exploring Portugal with my friend, Matisse, who invited me along on her month-long trip as she made a rather...

Dusk begins to fall like a sigh of relief after a long day’s work; blood, sweat and tears in its most literal sense. A stagnant line of vehicles is...

At the end of 2020, hopeful optimism hung in the air. The calendar’s turnover was like an offer of respite for the weary; a long, deep exhale; an...

you breathed life into my bones and taught me to see that the difference between us is only perceived.   for at the core of our beings in the...