For the past day, I've been looking for an image in my photo archives and haven't been able to find it. However, looking through my images, as I've gone back through the years (from 2005-2009), I've been filled with wonder and delight. In some years I did up to 75 images, other years I seemed to average around 60. Most of the images have to do with something going wrong, or wrongish. Relationships, angels, birds, snakes, figures smoking cigarettes, all made from photographic bits and pieces of other things, all telling a story of some kind or another. There is a spiritual sense to much of this work, a kind of witnessing of of the "other", whatever that other is. In looking at the images, I feel about the them now as I did when I made them. I know that the me that sits here now is not the me that made the images, but some other mysterious personage that shows up when I start to work, forcing "me" to give up control, pulling all the strings, and making all the decisions.
