As I sit back and look at my photographs over the decades, I’ve realized that there’s an undercurrent of loss, a ribbon of nostalgia that’s weaved through or a recognition of something that once was. This isn’t to say that all my work is sad. It’s not. Some of it is comedic commentary, other historical or reflective. 

 

Inspiration comes in many forms - it’s how we communicate that artistically that sets us apart.

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I went exploring, camera on my back and in through broken glass windows I went - that’s when I discovered my love of architecture and places past their prime. I cut my teeth on an abandoned asylum. I spent hours in the darkroom developing those once splendid structures that now sat in disrepair. My first exhibition was that asylum. They recently tore it down.

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My current miniature series, my first full color series, has a thread of “things are not what they seem." The woman in “Overwhelmed” appears put together and manicured. Her posture and color palette tell a different story. The titles in this series are as important as the works themselves. “One Slip” defines a moment in time where the parallel train lines that are worlds theorized by Hugh Everett switch tracks. It’s a Cartier-Bresson decisive moment. 

 

I continue to work on the abandoned structures and music/concert photography as well - these creative endeavors are time consuming in both concept and execution.