Photographer. Mother. Collector of shared stories.
I didn’t plan to become a photographer. I just needed somewhere to put the feelings.
Motherhood cracked me open in ways I didn’t expect. Some days tender, some days unbearable. Photography became a way to hold the mess and the beauty at the same time. To make sense of things I couldn’t name.
I left a career that no longer fit so I could build something slower, truer, for my kids, for myself. I am travelling around Australia, camera always within reach, chasing connection in unexpected places.
My work is part documentary, part diary. I’m not after perfection. I’m after what’s real. The cracks, the light, the in-between moments that don’t ask to be seen, but matter anyway.
Photo by Kylee Hewitt, Sydney NSW, 2022