Very happy to have had my 'Still..' project featured as part of Propeller Magazines second open call for 'Fiction'. I was never very interested in taking photographs. When I picked up my first camera it was a way of sharing time with someone I loved very much. A way of exploring the world we lived in and comparing views and discoveries. A dialogue that had a limitless potential. The relationship ended but I still think of photography that way. I am just no longer sure who I am talking to. I am honored that I am able to take part in this conversation and would like to thank everyone at Propeller and especially Sofia Silva for her writing on my work.
You can read more about the project here. Read More
I haven't updated my blog for awhile as I have been consumed with finishing this project. I still have a ways to go before I print the first dummy and start making revisions but, here are some teaser images of what I have been doing. #ThingsThatMayOrMayNotBecomeSomething Read More
Lives that no longer exist and disjointed memories that have become a dream mix with now. The myth we perceive as ourselves. They are not the whole of the story but they are some of the pieces I am trying to hold onto, put back together, make sense of. They exist in that contradictory space between what I know and what I feel. A close friend once told me, be careful, do you want to know the truth or do you want to be happy? I sometimes wonder what it would have been like if I had chosen happy. Read More
"... all is strange to me; I am, as it were, outside my own body and individuality; I am depersonalized, detached, cut adrift. Is this madness?" - Henri Frédéric Amiel in The Journal Intime. July 8, 1880. Read More
Certain images captivate me. I return to them over and over again, not really knowing why. They are like mysteries I don't wish to be solved. Myoung Ho Lee's Tree #5 is one of them. At first glance it is deceptively simple. A white backdrop is raised behind the tree and it is photographed. But, there is a strange fluctuation in space here. Almost disturbingly so. Read More
These images are the start of something as of yet unknown. They began in response to a late conversation and beer on the patio after work. A friend and I were talking about life and how we get trapped in our ideas. Both our own mythologies, the perceptions of people around us. All of this was entirely unrelated to photography but I began to think about why I do this. Why I need to do this? What is the point of taking pictures when they mostly just end up forgotten in a box filled with other negatives or lost in some ever increasing set of files on a back up drive somewhere? Their digital information slowly degrading in much the same way as old photo prints that have been in the sun too long. Read More