I’m drawn to moments that we might be convinced of defining as small, or unassuming. And by way of such moments, to how moments sift through a lifetime by memory or impression. In favor of language, I think that communication should and must be bare where it can be, but every bit thoughtful.
I take photographs for the same reason that certain impulses are so inexplicably universal that they are naturally inclined to being discouraged from proven right. In that way, I find myself most sympathetic to illusions of the real, contextualized by where and what lines might delineate real from surreal. Such epiphanies can be so fleeting, lending themselves to forgetting or disbelieving, and I want a way of holding onto them as a means to thinking and of parsing thought.