Here I am.

Between one country and another.

Between who I was and who I am becoming.

Brazil lives in my warmth.

Ireland lives in my quiet.

I have spent twelve years learning how to see.

Not only with my eyes,

but with my heart.

With stillness.

I am made of the books that held me,

the films that softened me,

the cities that changed me,

and the people who trusted me with their stories.

Photography, for me, is not about the image.

It is about presence.

It is about the pause before the smile.

The breath between words.

The way light rests on someone’s skin

when they forget they are being seen.

I collect stories.

Not to keep them, but to return them.

I don’t believe beauty needs to be constructed.

I believe it is revealed.

There is something quiet inside each of us.

A light that does not ask to be louder.

That is what I look for.

That is what I honour.

So your memories do not live only in your mind

but in your hands.

In your walls.

In your becoming.

I am here to see gently.

And to remind you that you were always enough.

With Love,

Mirella