Between pictures & words

Where I end and you begin

And life will always be

We walk away in a fake empire

A world apart

Recollection and amazement

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age

Gathered safely in

Before there was a separation

Waltzing not exchanging

If often he was wrong and at times absurd

It is unlikely I shall ever keep a swan

Immediate and forever

Sweet winds blow songs

Through wire and fog and dog bark

Of hammerheaded sharks

Why everyday turns out to be

No time for poetry but exactly what is

Light, snow

Between Pictures And Words
(2010 - 2011)

The world and our vision are without defined boundaries. The photograph is not this way. It isolates and displaces. I choose and manipulate what parts of the world end up in my images, but I am never in complete control. My photographs are a form of pointing. To point is not to explain. The content created is not completely closed, or even definable. The settings court a range of intimacy. I have lain on that bed. I have watched the way light fell across that shirt. However, any given scene and a photograph of the same scene are not equivalents. To point is not to own, or to classify. To point is to focus and shape collective consideration. These are images of how the world looked with me in it, but it is not only my world.