Currently I am exploring time and history in a single frame, working with multiple and long exposure, color and texture. This theme evolved from actually photographing one place, New York City, over 20 years. Does a place preserve even a glimmer of all those who pass through? The world passes through New York! Of course, you can't help but capture the energy that is New York.
I’ve been fascinated by the idea for a long time and decided to explore this photographically while walking over the Brooklyn Bridge and actually looking for original rivets touched by the hard working immigrants who built it over a century ago. Do their children and theirs know the legacy of their parents? Do they recognize the loneliness of love, beauty and toil for survival. What stories can that rivet tell, or the massive stones that hold up the structure?
While stopping for gas in South Carolina I noticed a huge oak tree next to a cotton field. I wondered, “what has that tree witnessed over it’s lifetime?” If it could share, what tales could it tell? Does it still harbor the souls of young teenagers falling in love, a slave beaten within an inch, or a soldier taking his last breath for a cause noble enough to truly give it all. If someone chopped down that tree and made a bench, would it’s history continue? Would I feel it as I’m hewning the seat for it’s new life?
