The Last Wave
In 2022, I felt an urgency I couldn’t explain. It pulled me back home with nothing but a camera in my hands. No plan. No script. No proper equipment. Just the certainty that I had to film and that it had to be where I grew up.
After three days of shooting, there was still no clear story.
But months later, in the edit, something revealed itself: a quiet thread running through every shot. The weight my sister’s passing and what it did to all of us, but especially my mother.
My background in photography allowed me to slow down and compose with intention, to see each frame as something meant to stand on its own. My degree in Journalism taught me how to listen, really listen, and to ask the kind of questions that uncover what’s beneath the surface. And a lifetime of telling stories, in one form or another, carried me through the edit, helping me find a narrative even when I was certain there wasn’t one.
Completing this documentary was one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. For the first time, the creative decisions were entirely mine, along with the responsibility for where they led.
It reconnected me to my love for visual art, now translated into cinematography. It forced me to learn how to edit. And it taught me how to tell a story not on the page, but through voice, silence, and image.
