Practice

My work begins with physics and ends with wonder. I make cameraless photographic images in which the material is both subject and maker. Water traces itself directly onto light sensitive paper, leaving the record of its own passing. Crystalline compounds branch and radiate as they dry, assembling fractal geometries atom by atom. The subject and the material are one and the same. What you are seeing is physical phenomena — matter, light and time made permanently visible.

What you are looking at actually happened. Entropy and order arriving at precisely the same moment. Light and time compressed into surface, into structure, into the particular geometry of this moment and no other. Something that could not have been planned, and cannot be repeated.

Water holds a particular place in this practice. The water that made these images has always existed and always will. It has moved through ancient oceans, living bodies, ice and atmosphere — changing form endlessly but never disappearing. What the photogram captures is a single unrepeatable moment in an eternal journey. The image stays. The water moves on.

I work almost exclusively in black and white. There is a silence in these images that color would disturb—a stillness that feels geological, as if you are looking at something that has always existed and simply waited to be seen.

These works occupy a space between photography and painting, combining the precision of experimental darkroom processes with the gesture, atmosphere, and ambiguity of a painted surface. Each exists as an individual, one-of-a-kind piece.

I am drawn to the tension between control and chance at the heart of these processes. I choose the materials, the surface, the conditions. But the moment water meets paper, or solution meets film, a quieter logic begins to emerge. The final image is always a negotiation between intention and discovery.

I want people to wonder whether what they are looking at is natural or made, microscopic or vast, scientific or spiritual. I want that question to feel genuinely unresolvable. Because in a way, it is.