Edges of Mystery

Art doesn't need an audience. It doesn't need a reason. Asking for the purpose of art is like asking for the purpose of life. For me, art sharpens my connection to the unconscious—and photography is one way I listen.

There's something about the manual work of analog photography that is especially meditative. Loading film, metering, advancing the lever; then developer, stop, fix, wash. The slowness is deliberate. It demands patience and attention, which brings me fully into the moment. It empties the mind and makes room for ideas—those “shower epiphanies,” even when I'm nowhere near a shower!

Most of my photos never see the light of day. No feed, no applause, no need for validation. They live in a plain carton box in my closet—contact sheets, prints, the occasional failed experiment—a quiet archive of things I experienced.