Photography has evolved over the past century as more science than art. Traditional photography is driven by a quest for the holy grail of perfect sharpness and traditional rules of composition. The result has been that there are too many perfect images with absolutely no soul.

From the beginning, I approached photography differently. I imagine cameras, not so much as technical equipment, but more as the liquid that Shakespeare’s mischievous Puck carries with him in Mid-Summer Night’s Dream.

Oberon instructs Puck to fetch the

".... little western flower,
Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,
And maidens call it love-in-idleness.
Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew’d thee once:
The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees."

The liquid has a powerful effect. Puck sprinkles the liquid on the eyelids of sleeping characters, and when they wake up, they fall in love with the first thing they see.

Photography is transformative. I like to make that same kind of Puckish mischief...first on myself. When I have a camera in my hands and bring it near my eyes, the liquid is sprinkled on my sleeping eyelids, and I madly dote on the most ordinary things. When I capture those ordinary things on film, things that are at the bottom, unnoticed, and put them in a different light, I am transformed. I’ll never see that ordinary thing as ordinary again. If I can create a print that opens the eyes of others as well, we all slow down and see better...hear better...feel better...and dote madly on life.