My Story


“sometimes the things we can’t change, end up changing us”

I don’t remember a lot of things about my childhood. But no matter how much I try, my mind always takes me to this one image of my late father taking pictures of me while I was growing up. More than a photography enthusiast, he knew that those memories would last forever. I am glad he did it.

It has been a tough year. As much as I hate the fact that he is gone, sometimes, the things we can’t change, end up changing us. 

Photography has a different meaning to me now. Each pixel reminds me of a piece of our story, it brings up memories of our small talks, it makes me feel somehow closer to him. It helps me to move forward on this incredible journey called life.

I am not a professional photographer (yet). Most of what I know about photography comes to me intuitively after years of watching my father. And that’s why I see my work more as a freestyle type of art. There is no right or wrong. It is my unique way to perceive things and to express myself, while I progress in my marketing career – the one that (for now) pays the bills.

Thanks for taking the time to get to know me a little more. I hope you enjoy my work.


In memory of E. Torres 1947 – 2016 | A loving father, visionary and inspiring mind. A great friend.


One thought on “My Story

  1. Tati querida, que mensagem mais tocante…. Que jornada linda você está percorrendo, ainda que nem sempre do jeito mais fácil… Siga em frente com sua determinação e sensibilidade e obrigada por nos deixar caminhar junto com você neste espaço, ou onde mais você deseje. Com muito carinho… Vera

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