(excerpt) - ALL THINGS BETWEEN US

Absence: experienced as both loss and tragic chance. Here, it becomes an open site for re-engaging with the enigma of connection, and for encountering its feeling anew—transformed and displaced within images.

-       Images, will you love one another?

        Tenderly. Solemnly. Despite everything.

Once, you were.  Now, images happen.

On a road trip toward a nowhere that is also somewhere: you are not here. I photograph through your absence.

You know that I miss you. I felt a blazing sense of contact. Still — everything set us apart: a vertiginous gap. And yet, love. An uncanny sense of closeness. Something like an archaic form of intimacy. What was it, exactly, between us?

Resonant, distant, near. Foreign and familiar. Dissonant, coexisting without ever quite meeting. Images are now brushing against one another. Sometimes, it feels as if the dynamic with you-who-is-no-longer-here had shifted onto another scene. Stirring again through photographs that represent neither you nor me. Across them — and in them — the enigma of contact revives. An enigma we shared. But not only ours.

Had I let you go a little more, this body of work might have been called: HOMO / SEXUAL.

HOMO, from the Ancient Greek homós: similar, same, identical

SEXUAL, from the Latin sexus, from secare: to cut, to separate

loss and memory…

disappearance and arising…

You, me… them… elsewhere, here…

What binds us, truly?