One afternoon while on the floor stretching, I noticed the late sun on my hand. I picked up my mobile and started taking shots. This has continued; suddenly in any room I perceive an area as I never had before and make more images.
The body parts but always returns, always let me back in and takes part in my pastimes.
This series explores the mystery abiding in small spaces through the use of shapes, tones, textures and light as they define and redefine place.
As a child I reveled in intimate spaces (closets, attic nooks), my secret gardens where I felt free to fantasize and transgress. It was there that I could indulge my feelings. Lingering memory of vague but ardent longing - to learn, to reach beyond my confines, to touch and love - is mirrored in My Private Garden through the enchantment of light and shadow, the mystery of gazing through spaces to and from an indeterminate world, and the eloquent silence of the objects that temporarily inhabit rooms and rafters.
Tucson is a gritty town and I like that. It’s a down to earth place with a wide sky. I like to wander its empty streets in the late afternoon, looking down and up and straight ahead. This ongoing series shows scenes that move me in my adopted home town.