Research is the creative process. It is the architecture of my voice and the way I move, look, and make.
There's a peculiar alchemy that happens in portrait photography, something I've come to think of as the Ghost Fabrique.
Every time I walk into an Art Fair, I feel as though I have wandered straight onto the set of Jacques Tati’s Playtime.
What happens to the work when I stop insisting it go somewhere?
What happens to the work when I stop insisting it go somewhere?