These photographs are a meditation on the cyclical nature of time. As the continuum of time passes on all fronts not even the most modest recollection can eloquently stand alone and remain unadulterated. Nothing is fixed. Nothing is as it seems. 

The serial image is fascinating to me.  The fixed still image has a memorability unlike it’s moving counter-part, burning an impression into one’s mind and forcing a slowed intersection.  Similar to the patterns of thought or a memory, the succession of still images on a contact sheet appear and order themselves according to multiple contexts.  A pictorial document of ones thoughts and connections is the result; a road map or landscape of one’s mind. Seemingly random, and yet always serendipitously aligning to make meaning in a myriad of different ways. Providing endless routes and juxtapositions for one to reorder the evidence, the groupings of images attempt to reflect a sort of autobiography and at the same time evoke the viewer to begin making assumptions in relation to their own personal narratives, experiences, and associations.