Photographing Ripples Collective

I stepped into their world as an observer, but the longer I stayed, the more I became part of the rhythm. The rehearsals, the quiet exchanges, the way voices wove together into something larger than sound—it all unfolded in front of my lens. The process wasn’t rushed. They moved through it with care, tuning into one another, building something that felt less like a performance and more like a shared language.

My role was to capture what couldn’t be put into words. The unguarded moments between rehearsals, the way light caught the edge of a gesture, the shifts in energy when everything locked into place. I followed them through the layers of their work, watching as the church transformed into a space for something deeper.

When the night came, the atmosphere changed. The audience leaned in, pulled into something raw and open. Faces softened, eyes closed, hands reached for one another. Through my viewfinder, I caught those fleeting seconds when the collective and the crowd became one, when the music carried more than melody. These photographs hold those moments, a record of something felt as much as seen.