There has always been the space in-between. Like a cloud – not the technological imposter it has inspired, it is a nebulous, dynamic space of constant interchange, respiration and restoration. It is a space of contemplation, neither here nor there, but transitional, and transformative – a space where unexpected truths collide and reveal themselves. It is not a space of commerce, client expectations, finessing of egos and concrete intention – it is not show time. Rather it is a space of flow, an ascent to a kind of presence and coalescence of mind, soul and spirit. This selection of images travels along those contours and plunge, tumbling in free fall into such moments of photographic experience. To be sure there is process, practice and professional seasoning, yet these unguarded instance reflect my devotion to what Maya Angelou once described as, “rainbows placed divinely amongst clouds to reveal hope.”
Her prayer-like assertion of a mystic play between light, color and the elements underscores for me that it is never where I have left or where I arrive that find meaning, but the space in between, where i may draw the deepest breaths of my expression.