Like many photographers of my generation, I sometimes see things in black and white. By stripping away color and using the graininess of expired filmstock, the emphasis turns to light, shadow and texture which allows me to see beyond the factual world. I seek out enigmatic scenes in the Surrealist tradition that tap into to a subconscious dream-like state of mind. This focus heightens my sensitivity to metaphors and symbols without any predetermined theme. The scenes that catch my attention often relate to my relationship with nature through the passing of time, nostalgic memories, and ultimately reconciling with the mystery and inevitability of death.

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These 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. They are recognizable but hard to grasp, like familiar but uncanny images from a film without a plot or actors and only a vague feeling of melancholy and longing. As I pursue this irrational thread, I attempt to catch a glimpse of my life as a dream.