222 WORDS ON THOSE NIGHTS.
By foot, by bike, by car…there’s always a mode of transport…and there’s always a yearning to make art on those nights during and after work. It’s those nights when everyone is home and I’m just getting in the door; those nights when I get a strange tired ecstasy where my mind wanders, and conceives the craziest ideas whose manifestations are but a snap away.
David, 2021
Those nights…what is it about them that makes me want to stay awake and record the mysterious, horrific, noir?
Gambling Addiction, 2022
I’m on autopilot; the camera’s vessel.
Warning, 2021
My task is to record, to push aside emotion…despite when on those nights, I’m well aware of my fears, of what others perceive... The dark. The unfamiliar. The eyes…what are those nights about?
Open, 2021
Is it about how the light dances where the shadow and the unrecognizable reign? Or is it about what society wants me to think? Who knows…the night is an ever changing world where anything goes.
Bus Through Glass, 2021
All I can do is keep a record. Snap. Marinate. Upload. Repeat. Don’t think about what was captured. Just feel that primordial instinct which resides in all of humanity.
I’m a dragon. A hoarder of things I consider precious. The image is my gold. I collect until I feel satisfied…those nights…it’s the only time I’m aware and thinking of the things I’ve seen out there…
Pepsi Cat, 2021
