Photography’s link to reality (perceived or otherwise) is like a noose around my neck, I’m constantly straining to get away from it. I sometimes wonder if I’m just a failed painter. I’m not interested in representing what’s in front of me to show what’s in front of me. What I’m trying to figure out, though, […]

All those little bits of shell and stone and glass are on their way to becoming grains of fine, powdery sand. In a few years, anyway.

like moons in a net…