I began photographing interior still lifes while working for an artist couple. Their studio was below the barn, which itself was attached to their hundred-year-old farmhouse. Our work was intertwined with their personal lives and their personal space. The two of them lived and breathed art, and had lovingly decorated their home with objects luxurious and found, all precious in their personal meanings and associations. I passed through the house many times each day, and one day realized that everywhere I looked I saw photographs. All around me were still lifes waiting for me to take out my camera and make my own art of their arrangements.
I began bringing my camera anytime I would travel to see friends, curious to see how they had arranged their spaces, wondering if my eye would be inspired.
There is a high, a heightened awareness of the blood coursing through my veins, when I tune in to the beauty around me. This is why I photograph.