A life time ago, in a small apartment in Philadelphia I shot a series Journey to The End of The Night...I was young depressed quite obviously derivative of Jan Saudek.
But we were exploring things trying to see what all we could do in a living room with next to nothing to work with. A couch, a weird knife my uncle gave me for christmas, fencing swords I got at an antique mall in Chicago, everything was focused around one prop, a person, and a wall. The first name for the series was Tableaux. Everything was a moment in a scene, more like a play.
We replaced the blank wall with fabric, we moved, we filled a guest room around the corner with furniture, and fabrics, and it became Temperance. I started traveling more, and more seeing the world. Shooting in nature, exploring the place I have most felt safe in this life. We moved again. We took down the fabric, bound our first real book, and I've been in nature ever since.
But some things come back to us. Journey to the End of The Night touched on things I haven't really circled back to in over a decade. An idea of power I had drifted away from. For a decade I feel like we have been toying with surrender to the natural world, but this summer things shifted, and maybe something new is being born.
I'm not sure how far back this circle runs...let's see