I was a 25-year-old liberal arts grad, aspiring poet, and very mediocre aspiring musician when photography found me in the form of a beat-to-shit old Nikon D70s that my then-girlfriend’s mom gifted to us at the onset of our 3000 mile transcontinental journey from Gainesville, FL to Portland, OR. We signed a lease for a Portland rental, sight-unseen, in Austin, TX, and spent two weeks exploring the offshoots of I-10 and US-101. I documented it all with a bunch of crummy, largely out-of-focus photos. But I fell head-over-heels in love with the medium.
Over the past eight years in Portland, photography has gradually consumed me. I took photos manically, enrolled in an intro class to get my bearings, and started volunteering at the late Newspace Center for Photography, where I became thoroughly engrossed with analog photography and processes (35mm > Medium Format > 4x5). Last year, I banded together with some talented local photographers to found The Portland Darkroom, a non-profit analog collective and community darkroom.
Photography has become, for me, the equivalent of meditative deep breathing. I’ve always had trouble slowing down, getting out of my own head, and taking note of life’s infinite details. Every photograph I take is a little hook I set into the past, a microfiche slide I can pull out down the road to reconstruct and examine my lived past. Every time I pick up a camera is an excuse to create another time capsule, an excuse for more exploration, a reason to get out of the house, slow down, and explore the world around me, looking for unfamiliar lines in familiar faces, quixotic landscapes, and strange light.
Over the past couple years, I’ve come to realize that a lot of my work explores connection; connection with my family, my environment, my relationship with my wife, and my friends. I live for life's deep-rooted, invigorating moments when I'm able to connect with someone by prying the stubborn lid off of life’s monotonous generalities and dive together into the raging bloodstream of existence, into the frantically beating heart of joy, passion, love, and grief.
If you’re looking to connect, drop me a line. I’d love to hear from you and work together to make something beautiful and meaningful.
Thanks for stopping by.