Baked in Lithuania, seasoned in England, I am a woman of many places—inner and outer. 50/50 city madame and village mystic, I dwell in the tension between paradoxes. That’s where the texture lives. That’s where the story pulses.
At the heart of my work is a reverence for what is felt but not always seen. I care about the soulful, the subtle, the unscripted—the moments that carry scent, memory, and meaning. My process is intuitive and spacious by design: I listen before I look. I feel before I frame.
I’m not interested in perfection. I’m interested in presence. In essence. In the strange beauty that emerges when you let it be.
I call myself a culture narrator because I seek out stories that ripple beneath the surface—stories of identity, ritual, belonging, and becoming. My camera is not a tool, but an extension of my curiosity. A way of painting people+places as they are when no one’s watching.
People often say I’m “not from here.” They’re usually right. I’m notoriously in love with life. With its textures, tensions, tangents. And above all—with you. With your oddities, your softness, your fire. You are the muse. The mirror. The mystery I keep returning to.
Let’s tell the real story. Yours.