Hana Haley

While driving down the veins of the California freeway last week I made a cognitive note of how upset I would be if my life were to end in a car. Out of all the variant parents for death, I’d be meeting mine in some ridiculous clunky pod with stained seats surrounded by stop signs and nail salons? This refusal comes from my attachment to nature and its collection of ancient flowers, bloodthirsty mammals, grandfather trees and mountain littered landscapes. I\'m in love with the stillness of things. I feel that my creativity and mind are as evenly charmed with the quietest rooms, people and feelings that exist. I subconsciously attempt to cabinet this softness in my photographs. I would only accept death surrounded by worthwhile creations and accept my living hours nourished with calm. This in itself covers who I am and what I stand for quite well.