I am fascinated by surfaces and the stories they tell if given the opportunity. So I've spent time shooting into surfaces to find out what appears. It started with glass: car windows, then windows obscured by mist, and drops of rain. Mirrors.
Later I wondered what would happen were I to aim my lens into the surfaces of buildings? The polished black granite on the Empire State Building, an iron wall painted over hundreds of times in Paris, a stainless steel sign on a Berlin bank.
I was delighted to discover the rather average situations and details captured in these surfaces somehow showed themselves as more interesting, if not intriguing, moments.
Reframed, they become fragments of our inner world: a place where we cannot fill in all the blanks, even though our rational mind so insistently wants us to. And so the viewer's curiosity is free to emerge as storyteller, or story finisher.
For me, it's a reinterpretation of the classic form of a still life, juxtaposing a familiar idea with unfamiliar images, in this instance leaving more to the imagination than meets the eye.