Sydney came with a lot of change. A new city, a new rhythm, and the weight of architecture school pulling most of my focus. Somewhere along the way, photography slipped into the background. It was still there, but quieter like a child peeking out from behind a curtain, unsure whether to step forward or stay hidden.

My work from this time feels uncertain, and maybe that’s okay. It reflects a period of adjusting, of growing up, of learning how to exist in a place that didn’t quite feel like mine yet. The photos I did take are scattered, but they hold something real, a kind of searching, a softness, a need to still see beauty even when I didn’t know what I was looking for.

This chapter isn’t about clarity; it’s about drifting, becoming, and finding comfort in that in-between space.