For me photography is an internal dialogue with the world. It's my attempt to link
what's inside with what's outside. The great 13th century Persian poet and mystic,
Jelauddin Rumi, touched on something of what I am exploring, and something of my
own journey.

"Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forms may change, yet the
essence remains the same. Every wonderful sight will vanish, every sweet word will
fade. But do not be disheartened, the source they come from is eternal, growing,
branching out, giving new life and new joy. Why do you weep? The source is within
you and this whole world is springing up from it."
- Jelauddin Rumi

I began religiously keeping dream journals after I left home at 15. I would constantly
record daily lists, thoughts and experiences and black notebooks filled with my lucid
dreams. The early writings were mostly pages filled with raw emotions or lingering
dream memories.

In college, studying art history gave me a visual language to jump off from. I was
deeply struck by the Surrealist idea that what images mean depends in part upon the
individual viewer's experiential knowledge of the world. It touched my own interest in
Jungian psychology and dreams and our perceptions of reality, which had started long
before my investigations into the world of photography. These internal dialogues have
shifted dramatically over the years, as my consciousness has evolved.

Challenging the popular notion of absolute reality for me has been somewhat like
falling through the rabbit hole, and discovering that so called absolute reality is not
absolute, nor often even reality. I'm interested in exploring these directions further in
my fine art work, and in the continuing investigation of dreams and all the things that
whirl behind and beneath the surface of life, the connection between the seen and the
unseen and how we translate this in culture and collective symbolism.

The concept of time is man-made and yet it holds us together by a single thread. We
move in and out of our daily lives from awake and dreaming states. Where do we go
for this other half of our lives? When we die in our sleep dreaming, do we then really
just wake up? There is a saying in Zen, "What was your face before your parents were
born." What exactly is this thing called the human experience?

As Carl Gustav Jung said, "Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes."

Many of the bodies of work on this site are constantly evolving from and into larger
bodies of work that explore dreams, perceptions and ephemeral states of being. I hope
you'll join me in this journey.