The image is as ephemeral as the moment, because it always changes meaning over the passage of time. That’s what is so human about the images I create. I look back through my catalog, and everything always looks different. It’s me who’s changed, and so the images have changed. 

It’s emotional for me to photograph a person. I’m able to see them as no one else can, frozen in time. That moment is so rich in detail that I want to dissect and treasure it. A glance…a smile…an awkward movement…a blurry limb…the lighting just so…It’s my way of holding the world still and processing it in slow motion.

Photography breathes life into me as I breathe life into it. The image energizes me when I feel it magnetically resonate the essence of the scene. The picture becomes 4 dimensional, brimming with color, light, energy, and uncertainty. I’m able to describe myself visually in the moment, which I find difficult to in words. My emotions and my energy become embedded and transfused, melted into the picture, and they harmonize with the visual scene. This becomes my radio, words describing energy organically woven into the picture without needing to say anything. The lasting energetic imprint is all that emanates. It’s my cleanest, most flowing transformation of the raw moment into an expression. I hope it leaves the audience transfixed, wondering how one mundane scene, so unposed and free, could be so effortlessly rich in detail.

Every choice you make has this ripple effect on the psyche of your viewer. Every image you create is interpreted many different ways. I never really knew I was made to extract visual arts out of life’s simplicity. The pleasure for me lies more in the journey than in the image.