Winter’s Bone

I keep revising my artist statement: “Had I not created my own world,” wrote Anais Nin, “I would certainly have died in other people’s.” Creating the world of my photographs, I have come to understand the urgency behind this sentiment.  I chose the language of surrealism because I feel it indirectly starts a conversation about issues that may otherwise be divisive. Documentary is explicit; Surrealism is suggestive. I find that potential very exciting. 

“So I follow the wilderness and the people in it, becoming it.  Black and white photographs appeal to me not because of what they expose, but because of what they hold back: color. They leave a negative space for our imagination, and as such read like poetry, non-explicit narratives that bypass the analytical brain and speak directly to emotions.”

And yet, the language of color brings its own illuminations: 

Specialization is a myth of late capitalism. We can, and should, do many things with our life, speak many languages, if we are so lucky.