Coup de Grâce

You ask me how I find subjects of this work personal. I stumble and defend myself: isn’t the object of the photo a reflection of myself? With all that subtlety which draws me to it and compels me to preserve it in a box? In such a sense that the moth and flame virtually become extensions of one another. I am dearly hoping the light which calls out to us is extremely personal. And finding intimacies of the self in the non-self; the personal in every disparate corner. A corner is wherever two things meet. Like every photo is a corner because I keep reaching out to touch and be touched. Like every photo is made through the glass of a window: stained by the slight reflection of the self that intrudes on the world lying on the other side. Photos of blurriness: look through the world through your teary eyes. Isn’t it a gorgeous one?