Formally, my work was called blurry or broken but they fail in the test of acceptance that all things are imperfect. It's a seismic shift for some but in this age where the cracks are no longer hidden, the affirmation of reality is still difficult. The celebration of imperfection reconnects us to the real world where we normally mask our flaws. I chose Polaroid film because it portrays color like
candy making even the broken an expression of endearment. The combination of the color and the blemishes of expired Polaroid analog film gave me a sense of inner peace with my surroundings. Nothing had portrayed my vision so symbolically. "The film schools I went to scoffed at my discovery blinded by the very imperfections that expressed my passion and love. The quirks, oddities or the perfectly imperfect uniqueness of my work relate to our own life blemishes and somehow make them ok or even remarkable. Honoring that value of imperfection makes it permissible to be. At least for me...
I plan engagements in spontaneity for any new project or photoshoot. Allowing space and time for the magic moment to manifest and capturing that enchantment. I use my senses and current affairs to plot that path of serendipity especially when it's a mark of turbulence. The upheaval of balance is the key for chance and allows all unknown forces to contribute to the moment. I look inside myself, ground that emotion and imagine it in a dream. Dreams are the foundation of emotion and the link to our sub-conscience. I try to clarify my nightly dreams subjectively with a cup of nostalgia in a bowl of emotions and sprinkle it generously with sex. It is there, the fountain of our instincts.
