Death is a funny thing. It’s coming closer and we can feel it. You know you're mortal when you look at the old and imagine them young. So rest easy now, easy, stay focused. When everything coming in through the lens is buzzing and shiny and bleeding with color, make it less noisy: full of grey, flat and gray. Always forgetting the contrast. Now that it’s coming. Just around the corner. Stand back when everything is just a little off balance, not so perfect.
But when you catch that light, trying to show the marks made in a life, over and over, swirling, lifting the eyepiece of the mind, rambling into a place that will finish with someone saying ‘Look at the photograph, it’s not a portrait, it’s a condition' and realize that you are going to make it and that everything is going to be ok.
2013 - 2009