Where I’m From
Directly behind the house I grew up in ran a creek in a cement channel. In winter, the water would rise above the level of our house and our reliance on the engineered cement walls became tangible. I would jump over our fence with a friend, adventuring along a gravel road isolated as infrastructure only, separating the water from the homes. I am entranced by the harshness of these landscapes, inhospitable places created to support our contemporary lifestyle.
Photographing along the freeways is a wild, mischievous ride. Cars stream by, horns blare, bumpers touch. These freeways interconnect the places I am from. They’ve allowed me to see live music, to put my feet in the ocean, to carefully select the types of grains in my toast; sometimes all in one glorious day.
A democratization of place is what I desire. What seems important is to remain aware, not only of where we are going, but of the details along the way.
Archival Pigment Prints, 36” x 72”, edition of 10
