STATEMENT

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.