JTC-Photography

06/16/2026

I have been quietly working on something over the past year.

Art therapy.

I am now in the final stretch of my practitioner training.

Not because I plan to work as a therapist.

What interested me was understanding more deeply something I have witnessed through photography, writing, painting, and creativity for years:

Art has a way of helping us access parts of ourselves that words alone often cannot reach.

A photograph can reveal something we have not been able to see.

A painting can express something we have not been able to say.

A page of writing can uncover a truth we did not know was waiting for us.

The more I learn, the more I understand why creativity has played such an important role in my own life.

Not because it fixes anything.

Not because it makes difficult feelings disappear.

But because it creates space for honesty.

It allows us to slow down long enough to notice what is already there.

As someone who works with women through portraiture and creative experiences, I wanted a stronger foundation for understanding what unfolds when creativity becomes a doorway to self-discovery and healing.

This training has given me exactly that.

And perhaps the most beautiful truth is that creativity is not reserved for artists.

It belongs to all of us.

❤️

05/22/2026

Someone recently asked me to describe myself and while most photographers have an About page (including me), this is apparently what happened.

Too Many Feelings, Not Enough Water to Float In…

Mother. Water creature. Former film industry ghost turned underwater portrait siren.

I photograph women like I’m trying to recover the parts of them the world misplaced and hand them back with better lighting.

German-born. LA-shaped.
Equal parts saltwater, poetry, grief, mascara, and existential crisis.

I make paintings that look like dreams after a nervous breakdown and write things people screenshot at 2am because they “felt too seen.”

I believe art is not decoration — it’s remembrance.
Also survival.
Also occasionally revenge.

Founder of The Curious Art of Her — a place for people who are tired of performing healing and would rather sit in the truth until it starts breathing again.

I photograph women underwater because nothing exposes you faster than silence, breath, and the inability to fake confidence while trying to negotiate with a silk dress that has chosen chaos.

Recovering people-pleaser.
Active over-feeler.
Collector of stories, shadows, strange timing, and evidence that the universe occasionally has a sense of humor.

Hopeless romantic with a persistent belief that people can still meet each other honestly somewhere — one day.

I make my own skincare, cry over watercolor blooms, romanticize roux-making, and can explain German grammar while emotionally dissociating in two languages.

Known to stare at the ocean like it personally owes me answers.

Currently rebuilding a life from the inside out with art, books, paint-stained hands, and whatever nervous system regulation I can find between coffee and collapse.

Writing a memoir called Healing Is Not for Everyone because apparently surviving wasn’t dramatic enough.

Somewhere between mystic, exhausted mother, feral artist, and lighthouse keeper.

Still soft somehow.
Still here.

05/18/2026

Underwater, there’s no good side to manage.
No performing.
No masks.

Just silence, weightlessness, breath,
and the strange experience of meeting yourself without all the noise.

I think that’s why these sessions stay with people long after the photographs are taken.

05/14/2026

I think many women quietly disappear for a while.

Maybe it happened through motherhood, heartbreak, survival, burnout… or simply years of putting everyone else first.

It rarely happens dramatically all at once, but slowly. Into schedules, caregiving, survival. Into keeping everything moving. Into being needed by everyone except themselves.

And one day you quietly wonder:

Where did I leave myself behind?

I know because I lived it too. And that question is part of why I create the work I do.

Not to create a prettier version of you.
Not to make you perform confidence or become someone new.

But to create a moment where all the noise gets quiet enough for you to hear yourself again. To feel present, real, and visible again.

Underwater, there’s no pretending.
Just breath, silence, and the woman underneath all the roles.

This summer I’m opening a small number of Summer Beneath the Surface sessions for July and August.

Maybe this is the summer you come back to yourself.

I sent an email about this today. If you’re interested in a free consultation, send me a DM or add your name to the Letters From Beneath The Surface list through the link in my bio. Onward and upward, friends✨

05/14/2026

I think many women quietly disappear for a while.

Maybe it happened through motherhood, heartbreak, survival, burnout… or simply years of putting everyone else first.

It rarely happens dramatically all at once, but slowly. Into schedules, caregiving, survival. Into keeping everything moving. Into being needed by everyone except themselves.

And one day you quietly wonder:

Where did I leave myself behind?

I know because I lived it too. And that question is part of why I create the work I do.

Not to create a prettier version of you.
Not to make you perform confidence or become someone new.

But to create a moment where all the noise gets quiet enough for you to hear yourself again. To feel present, real, and visible again.

Underwater, there’s no pretending.
Just breath, silence, and the woman underneath all the roles.

This summer I’m opening a small number of Summer Beneath the Surface sessions for July and August.

Maybe this is the summer you come back to yourself.

I sent an email about this today. If you’re interested in a free consultation, send me a DM or add your name to the Letters From Beneath The Surface list through the link in my bio.

02/22/2026

When you ask for someone’s depth,
make sure you can hold it.

I don’t ask for depth because I’m intense.

I ask for depth because I live there.

I’ve sat with my shadows long enough to know they are not monsters —
they are teachers.
I’ve befriended my demons.
I’ve learned to hold my own storms.

So when I reach for someone’s depth,
it isn’t drama.
It’s devotion.

Depth requires capacity.
Not performance.
Not posturing.
Capacity.

I no longer shrink my ocean to make others comfortable.

If you want to meet me there —
come prepared to stay.

👑

01/19/2026

I’m back in the water.
And it feels like coming home.

January is a doorway—quiet, powerful, full of possibility.
After healing, resting, and listening to my body, I’m finally ready to create again.

Underwater portraits are a dance between guidance and surrender—
where I lead you into shapes that feel true,
and the water softens what you didn’t know you were holding.

If you’ve been waiting for a sign to step into something new,
this is it.

DM me for details

Now booking underwater portrait sessions for 2026.
Come float, fall, rise, and be seen.

11/30/2025

10/25/2025

Headshots - they don’t just Show your face- they tell your story. They show how you are, how you carry yourself and what you stand for. Your clients don’t conduct business with a face but with a person. Show them who you are!

07/09/2025

Color, texture, contrast, softness and spiky edges - Nature shows us that in embracing our own unique authenticity we find balance and inner peace. This artichoke had to open up to reveal her magic. I am learning to be an artichoke! No fear, just boldly being me, soft, happy, curious, and sometimes melancholic.Sharing my skill, my art, my soul with the world - always questioning, if I can live up to the expectations, but I do it anyway because if I don’t then I’m not me and I don’t want to be anyone else.