I’m tired of talking about intellectual abilities and concepts, I want to talk about feelings. I’m autistic, and the way I feel is always a collage of reality, the multiple layers of sences experienced vividly, all in one. 

Not-quite-as-human, enchanted existence, you either talk or walk, not all at once. I feel inundated with emotion, and simultaneously unable to join in. Strange figures, can’t catch it, what’s going on, why everything is so fast and loud, can we please take turns talking. 

But yes, there is joy here. The physical happiness of shimmering colours, of a shining world. Sounds that make me happy — as powerful as sounds that displease. 

I use double exposures, I shoot in the moment of strong feelings, I put a print through my body in the picture — I don’t need self-portraits for it to be a self-portrait. 

I want the photographs to touch your eyes the same way the world touches me through the senses — and makes me numb.