There is something in the space between. Something about places left behind. Views that go unnoticed. And there is something about the buzz of The City. A movement and momentum that, when viewed by a different eye, turns the present into an antiquated aspect—anachronisms which could be of any age.
Fading memories, lingering reveries, a hint of something half remembered, almost lost.
Photographs will not stop the passing of time. Time in constant flow, like jazz—vibrating, ephemeral, syncopated: This is what my images are about. That is what my images are about. Such is what my images are about.