For You To Sleep On The Tree Tops
I fear I'd forget the heat of the summer if it never arrived or the smell of pine needles a month into autumn, phenomena we barely notice until they pass by or are somehow unattainable. Our environments and the people that surround us are constantly changing. As in the moments following waking from a sleep, sometimes we are able to recall and make note of them, others are forgotten.
I photograph characters and environments that I encounter from the perspective of being in an indistinct time and place. The place in which the photographs are made and the people that take roles are not necessarily as important as the actual moment or experience. The photographs I make are a reaction to being in the world and experiencing it's immediacy. In my work, reality is equivocal: a dream slowly bleeds into everday life.
