"The
morning I got up to begin this book, I coughed. Something was coming
out of my throat: it was strangling me. I broke the thread which held
it and yanked it out. I went back to bed and said: I have just spat out
my heart." Anais Nin
I photograph to capture, but ultimately to create, a world that may or may not truly exist. Neither cynical nor life affirming, I feel that my photographs are often simply the result of my constant search for collecting images as small yet meaningful artifacts of a life often hard to compute and place into focus. Through the unique ability of photography, the world can appear like an eerie dreamscape; Blossoming into something surreal or dimming into the grimmest reality. Finding this constant dichotomy, not only in photography, but in life never ceases to exhilarate as well as taunt me. Fueled by the vivid contradictions of life and the desire to capture these ultimately intangible inconsistencies in my photographs, something internal impels me to make these images of this external world around me. Within a photograph, the line that divides what is fact and fiction can, like cigarette smoke in a vast room, often dissipate into thin air. With this in mind, I sometimes accompany my images with text, more memoir than fiction. Although often written for solely personal purposes, I feel these writings can sometimes assist in translating the thought and feeling presented by my images. Using traditional, digital, as well as alternative processes in my work, I photograph the things I love to see; the way colors bleed, glow and dilate, reflections and refractions of light, icons of my memories, the imperfections that permeate everything, moments of melancholy and happiness, which all when dissected through a photograph, become strangely and equally intriguing.
