This body of work explores the passage through experience, memory and time. It is the intersection of my past, my experience, my thoughts, and my dreams, both the desires and the despairs. These serendipitous intersections come about through an intuitive and associative collage approach to the photograph. I utilize everyday objects along with the elements of color and light to convey a sense of emotion or experience. Each photograph has it's own rhythms, much like the pattern of a wave. These micro-narratives speak of personal or private moments but only to tempt the viewer into participation with my visual offerings. The entrance of their imaginative and emotive thoughts are key in exploding the narrative.
Central to this photographic exploration is the notion that a thing cannot be defined without a context. Likewise perception or understanding cannot take place without the perspective of recall to provide that context. The mind apprehends memories which are most appropriate at each given intersection in time in order to assess the current situation. However no laws of logic apply to their sometimes disparate or random topics. The narrative structure of the photographs is anti-climatic, as the everyday progression of time often can be. The images are transitions awaiting action or the quiet expectation of an event. They don't answer questions, if anything they may pose them. When seen as an entire installation there is a rhythm throughout the body of photographs that is perpetuated by one another and is contingent upon the delicate pulse of the individual collages themselves. Some being more aggressive than others, some more quiet and subtle, others punctuated by their repetitious visual elements. It is similar to the intricate workings of a dance, weaving in and out of the notes and rhythms sometimes to accentuate the beat or to selfishly avoid.
I have attempted, as any photographer might say, to capture the fugitive beauty in our fleeting reality—to capture the small moments that we cannot convey in mere words. These privileged moments in which we find ourselves are really just prosaic transitions that we pass through and commit to memory. They can only be permeated alone, no one will ever see them the same way again, and by that they are gone to us, only to resurface in an intersection within the landscape of the mind.