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Through my practice, I examine the potentials of still life photography as a means of enacting ritual and transcending its own form. Utilizing the photographic act of “seeing” as a framework, I analyze the innate power of quotidian objects, and their capacity to invite meaningful introspection into daily life. Analog images of studio tabletop constructions alongside diaristic snapshots, work to reveal the mundane mysticisms of domestic circumstance. The act of constructing a composition becomes a method of deceleration; of practicing patience; of finding meaning; and of letting go. Outside of the studio, “seeing” manifests in a more improvisational, sensitive mode of making. A larger world is framed into a smaller, passing glimpse—like an everyday miracle barely noticed. That momentary suspension of reality, in anticipation of something, is what intrigues me. It is within the frame, that seemingly disparate objects form unspoken unions and waver on the cusp of change, a pause between breaths. Yet despite that pause, a photographic image is a scrying stone: even at the moment of capture it is already an impression of the past.
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Through my practice, I examine the potentials of still life photography as a means of enacting ritual and transcending its own form. Utilizing the photographic act of “seeing” as a framework, I analyze the innate power of quotidian objects, and their capacity to invite meaningful introspection into daily life. Analog images of studio tabletop constructions alongside diaristic snapshots, work to reveal the mundane mysticisms of domestic circumstance. The act of constructing a composition becomes a method of deceleration; of practicing patience; of finding meaning; and of letting go. Outside of the studio, “seeing” manifests in a more improvisational, sensitive mode of making. A larger world is framed into a smaller, passing glimpse—like an everyday miracle barely noticed. That momentary suspension of reality, in anticipation of something, is what intrigues me. It is within the frame, that seemingly disparate objects form unspoken unions and waver on the cusp of change, a pause between breaths. Yet despite that pause, a photographic image is a scrying stone: even at the moment of capture it is already an impression of the past.
