My Blue Wave (1 of 15)
Volatile images, composed sight unseen: poetic and grotesque, carnal and discarnate.
A fever dream of fleeting, nocturnal figures and luminous streets.
A romance of camera, car, and momentum. The overlooked, often inaccessible spaces between home and elsewhere.
Roadside landscapes shot through my favorite lens: the marred windows of cars in motion.
Ready for lightning, I settle for sky. Three or four hills and a cloud, even in my room. Nothing is ever in the way.
An introduction to my work from 2015.
The secret of daily life, of the ordinary without end, of the nonetheless extraordinary ordinary,
when a certain detachment allows it to regain its uncanniness, its fatal uncanniness. (Henri Michaux)