My work is about permanence, change and loss. It is about our futile attempt to stop time, to be still and to hold on to things that can’t be kept. The images and references are often of subtle, even generic places that we might imagine knowing well, homes or spots we may have driven by countless times or flown over once in a plane on our way to somewhere else entirely. We look out and imagine what lives have been lived there or notice how the light falls just so at that instant. The images are familiar and vague at the same time, like fading memories that both comfort us and leave us lonely. After all, the spaces we’re intimate with literally ground us on this earth and place us with a sense of stability in a terribly chaotic world. The French philosopher, Bachelard, wrote that “a house is a tool with which to confront the cosmos. It helps us to say, ‘I am an inhabitant of this world, in spite of the world.’” And just as a photograph is proof, a house or a telephone pole or a line carved into the landscape is also proof; physical proof that we were there. But now we are here, and the image on paper that is a photograph may help us to remember, but it can never bring us back. An attempt to save an experience by photographing the evidence is as futile as trying to stop time. I try to convey that sense of “then and now” with my work. In contrast to the still, solid architecture we build and surround ourselves with, in contrast to the marks we make on the earth in an attempt at control and immortality, and in contrast to the frozen photographs which we treasure although they are simply illusions, our lives are, for better or for worse, in constant and unstoppable forward motion... just like the plane or the car that transports us along our way.