I began keeping journals when I was in my second year of school in Boston at the New England School of Photography in 2002. I was homeless and spent the year sleeping on couches or wherever I could crash. While homeless, I had little to no personal space, so I used journals as a place to keep my life stored- not only stories and memories, but concert tickets, my portfolio review from school, rejection letters, photos, my hopes, dreams and disappointments. These journals have been evolving for 22 years. I've made over 30 of these books- filled with lists and grievances and descriptions of people I love- and people I've lost and people who have changed me forever. Over the years, they have become more than a place to store and curate my life, they have saved and enriched my life. I use this medium to interpret the world around me and to keep myself authentically accountable.