We
are surrounded by beauty and brutality, creation and destruction, joy
and despair, love and death. Life is a mystery and I've discovered that
there are no answers. I try to approach my life with integrity, humor
and compassion.
The
journey and how I travel it is important. What I do, how I can help,
what I share and what I create. Photography, for me, is the joy of
communicating, questioning, exploring, experimenting, and recording of
this journey. When I'm involved in the act of photography I am trying
to understand, to learn or to find something. Perhaps to find the
virtue and goodness in something. Goodness is such a vulnerable thing
and so easily destroyed. I frequently imagine when I'm taking a
photograph that I am trying
to hold on to the precious minutes and seconds of life which seem to
move on so ruthlessly. Life's magic and mystery are experienced so
briefly.
My
influences are certainly too copious to list. In the end, to explain
why I do a thing is to kill it. Photography, like all the arts, is an
experience and words pale against the process. There is one thing I
have discovered through my work, that in the act of creation lies the
mystery of love.
