The Minds Eye.

Paris, England, and a prison in the 90’s.

After a lot of traveling and staying in all kinds of odd places in the past two weeks, its nice to settle for a while and contemplate ones past, and perhaps, future efforts. Traveling from East to West by car is always inspiring, the feeling of a tourist always looking in, magnified.

I spent a large part of the 90’s working in darkrooms and would often go to work in the dark, work in the dark, and then go home in the dark. As depressing as this my seem, I was constantly immersed in photography from all over the world and would often be taken to a place, in my mind, as an image appeared in the developing tray. This came as no surprise having sold prints to clients because they have been to a particular place, or were reminded of a particular place and time in their lives when viewing a certain image. The power that photography gives us to travel without leaving the house, or darkroom, is something I will always hold dear.