My Life as a Dream
Like many photographers of my generation, I sometimes see things in black and white. It’s a feeling like living in a dream, or inside an old movie. In the Surrealist tradition, I seek out incongruous scenes that appeal to my subconscious awareness of time passing and fear of death. The images are connected by a feeling of longing and melancholy, but also through a particular sense of light and shadow; texture and the graininess of old film. The subjects present themselves in ordinary circumstances, mostly while going about my normal daily life, and only call out to me occasionally, as if whispering or sometimes screaming from the back of my mind.
My car is always stocked with a camera; often loaded with a roll of expired black and white film. Sometimes months go by without taking a shot, and other times I’ll burn through a roll in a week. My goal is to follow an irrational thread, to take a glimpse of my life as a dream.