Catching My Eye

Catching My Eye

I have a collection in my house. It isn’t the usual group of snowglobes or pebbles or china dolls. It grows in fits and spurts: objects are added after trips to the grocery store, whilst I am cleaning the basement, or when I return from vacation to discover a forgotten orange. All of the collection have ended up in front of my camera. Some things I photograph once, others appear again and again, transforming as they age.

In my studio, I find myself moving closer and closer, seeking to share what draws me in. A wrinkle here, a dent there: I am fascinated by the small details that make each unique.