Experimental Playground

Step off the well-worn path—this isn’t the place for polished portraits. Here, things get a little strange, a little messy, and a lot more magical. This is where I test new props, lighting tricks, and storytelling ideas. Where fog machines hum, lanterns glow, and my endlessly patient family indulges my more eccentric visions. It’s not perfect—but it’s never meant to be.

Cardboard boats and lantern-lit secrets.
Cardboard boats and lantern-lit secrets.
Even dreams come with shadows.
Even dreams come with shadows.
Not lost. Just wandering where the quiet things live.
Not lost. Just wandering where the quiet things live.
Some doors don’t lead out. They lead deeper in.
Some doors don’t lead out. They lead deeper in.
Cardboard boats and lantern-lit secrets.
Cardboard boats and lantern-lit secrets.
Going where no map dares to go.
Going where no map dares to go.
Woke up somewhere between bedtime stories and the end of the world.
Woke up somewhere between bedtime stories and the end of the world.
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