Photography is the spark to my emotion, the looking glass in the window to my soul. I started taking pictures as a child with the family’s Polaroid. I remember my parents complaining about how much film I used, but they always had more to go around, sufficing my budding hobby with a grin. I wo Read more...

Photography is the spark to my emotion, the looking glass in the window to my soul. I started taking pictures as a child with the family’s Polaroid. I remember my parents complaining about how much film I used, but they always had more to go around, sufficing my budding hobby with a grin. I would take photos of whatever pleased my eye at the time – dolls, trees, clouds, ant piles, kittens. Whatever it was, I saw a capturing of movement through the lens. Stillness that proved breath. Stillness that signified life... emotion. Today, I still worship the movement of stillness. The apple of my eye will almost always undoubtedly be something I - and hopefully the audience - can feel moving, even though the idled object stares stationary. I have no "modus operandi" other than to detain a moment in an image, and to retain a memory in that moment.