I’ve always been fascinated by the way photographs hold motionless the fleeting moment. To capture an ephemeral moment that hangs ever so briefly in space, is to capture a ghost. This ephemeral moment is stillness. It is difficult to discern without photography, because it gets lost in the ever flowing stream of consciousness. Captured stillness is silence of the uncluttered mind.
My desire to hold an elusive moment in my hands is poignantly expressed by the words of Poe, “All that we see or seem, Is but a dream within a dream.” Photographs open a door between the subconscious and conscious mind.
I use photography as a means by which to better understand myself. For me, photography is passionate and sincere. It is a way to derive individual meaning and value from life. I’m not looking toward society or religion, but toward authenticity of the individual.
This world is in constant flux. To take a second look is to see something different, something involuntary. The sun is no longer blown out, but has transformed into a black disk. It is a hole, as deep as the night; a hole burrowing through your mind. Let go in the release of halogen ions and watch Mackie Lines trim the edges with electricity. Man Ray, rediscovered the way. I turn my head again to reexamine and ask myself, “What has changed? How do I know this is a dream?”