The Old World

I make photographs in an attempt to understand the disorienting duality of the self – the random bubbling up of the mysterious unconscious into the strict reality of the conscious. Unyielding, the conscious constantly remains in the forefront of the waking mind, while, in subterfuge, the unconscious rules behind a thick curtain of mystery. Self-portraits reveal solitude and stillness of time. It is impossible to place the subject in any certain reality. There is no specific time or place, only a dazed and fragmented mirror world. The subject appears calm on the surface - an idealized and romanticized view of the self. But, deeper inspection reveals a tension below the surface – a tension that is rooted in the constantly lurking anxieties. An idealized and bucolic view of an underlying uneasy natural world, the quiet turbulence of a domestic space that is frozen in time, the daze of self-reflection trapped within the day dream, and the locked mysteries of the place-less landscape of dreams and unconscious create a world apart – one that allows for the constant search of the unseen.