I pay close attention to the small pains in my life. As they are, too numerous and beyond my control.

In this awareness I seek solace close to home, in the cities I’ve endeared, and the warmth of old friends. However my efforts to find sound connections, it is in the arms of the familiar that I feel the most apart. My comforts always found, deeply coupled with seclusion, in my enduring nostalgia for the present.

Though my distance is in some ways lonely, it is a retreat I seek with persistence. My images are a consequence of my sadness, as they also make new room for perception. Photography gives me the language and the time to examine my dysphoria, mapping my experience through unguarded intuition. Sharply separated from my immediate place, I connect with the pulse of my environment, unlimited.