There's a picture of me at the White House with Michelle Obama. I look like I belong there, and at the time, I did. Nearly two decades as a photographer and creative director. Gap, Estée Lauder, Ralph Lauren, seven million people following along. I had built something real. The ability to walk into a room, find the person inside the person, and make an image that told the truth about them.

Then I stopped. Not because the career failed. Because something else needed attention.

The years that followed were quiet in a way I hadn't planned for. They cracked things open. A childhood that needed looking at. A spiritual curiosity I'd kept at the edges that moved to the center. The kind of reckoning that doesn't make sense to explain but completely reorganizes you on the inside.

What came out the other side surprised me. The same gift was still there. Seeing people clearly, reading what's underneath. It just wanted to go somewhere different.

Now I do Portrait Readings. I synthesize four ancient systems (Western Astrology, BaZi, Zi Wei Dou Shu, and Human Design) into a single portrait of a person that no one system could produce alone. It's the same work I was always doing. I just traded the camera for a chart.

I also make AI art and write, when something needs to be made or said.

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