“The beginning & end of all literary activity is the reproduction of the world that surrounds me, by means of the world that is within me, all things being grasped, related, recreated, moulded & reconstructed in a personal form & an original manner”- Goethe
The images in this themed body of work may at first appear to slot neatly into the genre of street photography, and indeed they are, in as far as they depict un-staged people. But there is a departure from the genre. Rather than being driven by events or by decisive moments captured, the images evoke a mood, a feeling, an internal space that is being played out by the protagonists on a reality stage.
It is the intersection of the scripted and the document, between made and found. Intention and incidental. Feelings of loneliness and disconnection are induced.
A melancholy mood prevails and questions are asked: "What is their story. What do we have in common with the people depicted?" ... The answer suspended.
Multi layered spaces suggest voyeurism, permitting the viewer to peer into the scene, to be drawn in as a silent witness and thereby become involved in self reflection. Perhaps a search for self is reflected.
There is a distinction between the poetic and the journalistic, and I’m more interested in the former. I am more interested in connecting people to states of mind than I am in making a chronicle, more interested in what is felt than what is seen.