philosophy
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it's all fairly simple really. the world is the product of a series of paths colliding. peoples' paths intertwining for a moment - forming relationships. a meeting is like a brushstroke in the personal canvas of one life... when we continue to cooperate, to sustain one another... we find a canvas filled with a beautiful painting. there are many artists involved in the creation of one work of art, or one life... but ultimately, the work of art itself is not the artist, but the reflection of many diligent artists working together. we are always an end result, but we're always changing, and nothing is finalized.
i work to capture those moments of transience in their mortal form. to give immortality to concepts that would otherwise perish as objects. the leaves on a tree... the expression on a child's face... the passionate gaze shared by lovers... all these things have their seasons, and these moments... these slices of time, are infinite, but their expression is often fleeting. i hope to capture just a glimpse of that expression when i make photographs.
as subject, people, of late, have caught my interest. the fragility adjacent the bravado. excess in simplicity. turmoil in the eyes of peace. all those ironically flittering facets. ephemeral photons attack the impressionable silver ions on a piece of film to bring out colors and wavelengths, silvers' shine and the depth of emptiness; i strive to pull the same contrast and energy out of the thinly veiled film of temporality ahead of me. i promise i'm not trying to be all deep and artsy. i just really have to admire the preservative qualities of photography in my own life... and i take these things as metaphor and provision.
i find that sometimes 'taking' a picture is less taking, and more giving something away... i make... i share pictures... i don't take them. what good is a possessive photographer? making photos, for me, is more akin to releasing hostage energy in the mind perhaps, than it is to adding something to a collection or a gallery. i've literally exposed nothing but a rendering of an infinitely small portion of my experience and the photon arrangement that has influenced my visual sense for a fleeting period. but those eternally small moments of my experience, if i can grasp at them and coax the light into a piece of film, a sensor, another eye... a photo... in its simplicity, that act may affect the perceptions of another person for the rest of their lives... and that is why i believe in photography not solely as art or technique, but more-so, storytelling... books written on postcard size photo-paper. poetry for the eye. life in miniature - eras in moments. framed. thanks.
jm