We press our shape into the surfaces of the World but they push back, rejecting coalescence as if the very notion were absurd; perhaps we were never meant to fit at all, never destined to touch the ground.
I’ve long been fascinated by the night, it’s always made more sense to me than the day. I remember first seeing the work of Gregory Crewdson and being amazed at the all the possibilities pouring out from the photograph, a sense of understanding that goes beyond artifice. I was interested in the stories they had to tell, like a pass into a secret world where the things that matter were finally revealed. I really want this body of work to mean something and Crewdson has provided ample inspiration.
Later I discovered the work of Astrid Kruse Jensen and again felt that surge of excitement at what photography can offer. The work of both these artists has always influenced the work I produce at night and it is the same here. I wanted each image to be a rabbit hole of nuances and paths all waiting to be unravelled by the viewer.
Going out into the early hours of the morning taking photographs is a surreal experience. The streets that were once familiar are imbued with a sense of magic and possibility, a new beauty in silence.
The photographs that result are marked with this ephemeral slice in time and I think they’re all the better for it.
I’m working with fragmentation whilst at the same time trying to coerce images to coagulate and to form some sort of body; this is proving to be a challenging point and where I’m going at the moment; still wandering in the night.. trying to make the pieces fit.