Being a photographer with epilepsy differs from being a ‘normal’ photographer. As a person with an invisible disability, I constantly search for images that include people like me to identify myself. But what happens when the metaphor becomes a prescription? How do I find myself in a world that treats me as if I am invisible? Where can I see myself if I do not take the pictures?
My experience recovering from seizures has also increased my ability to make connections where they might not exist. I see flowers, ships, and clouds and wonder if a picture by any other name can communicate invisibility. These images attempt to explain how I make the invisible a little more visible.