Nature, For Me Is Raw And Dangerous

The Photography Is Not The Aim Of The Work; The Articulation Of The Work Through Photography Is Another Way Of Understanding What's Going On And What's Happening Outside.

If You Lay In The Rain, Every Rain Shower, Storm, Whatever, Is Different. Every Surface Is Different.

Time Confined Into Blind Caves Or Extended Through Tunnels, Responds To The Call Of Infinity, Which Teases With Its Promise Of Freedom. Outside The Body, Time Is A Pair Of Compasses In The Hands Of Eternity, But Inside It Is A Pendulum, Fastened To The Heart. The Heart Takes Its Measure From The Lengthening Swing Of The Pendulum Surveying What Time Is Left. In Its Own Rhythm Time Spreads Itself Wildly Here And There And Is Crippled Elsewhere. Its Unequally Distributed Weight Wounds My Body - That Is How The Particularities Of My Life Are Manifest.

People Are The Nature Of The City, And You Can Feel It In The Pavement.

There Is Life In A Stone. Any Stone That Sits In A Field Or Lies On A Beach Takes On The Memory Of That Place. You Can Feel That Stones Have Witnessed So Many Things.