09/05/2026
I’m going through years of photographs again.
Thousands of small moments I thought were worth stopping for.
The strange thing about revisiting old work is that the photographs haven’t changed, but I have. I notice different things now. Frames I once passed over suddenly feel important. Others don’t speak to me the way they used to.
Maybe that’s part of making art. You never really finish seeing.
I’m not trying to reinvent the photographs. I’m just meeting them again, with different eyes.
And taking my time.
