There is something in the space between. Something about places left behind, the most mundane, views which go unnoticed.
What was once the prospect of a promising future evolved into a hopelessly unprosperous past. Silent once so busy sites.
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.
Crude renderings of reality, resembling fading memories, remnants of daytime dreams, a hint of something half remembered, almost lost.
In constant flow, like jazz music – vibrating, ephemeral, syncopated.
This is what my images are about.