A photograph is a portal that can take you from one perception of reality to another. And the portal becomes a crossroad, a moment between moments, where the solitary figure is on pause, somewhere between their solitary state and a connection We, as the voyeur, can only guess at which direction they will take.

My images reside somewhere at the intersection of the geometric shapes of light and color of Edward Hopper, with whom I share a love of the Outer Cape; of the suggestion of isolation, alienation, and dark contrasts in film noir; of the cinematic surreal photographic constructions of Gregory Crewdson; and of late Renaissance painters whose use of chiaroscuro taught me about life.



Noir Portals 2018-2019

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