2012, 24"x36", metallic pearl inkjet prints
I cannot sleep. The wanderings of my mind keep me awake long past the time when I should be in bed. Some nights my restlessness carries me out into the night, searching for something to help put the day’s activities to rest.
Lit all night long by streetlamps, the trees cannot sleep either. Their colouring becomes acidic, unnatural, and somewhat haunting. Moved by atmospheric pressures, their leaves seem to dance, and express a form of poetry that I intuitively work to capture with my camera and collect for later display. I believe that Christopher Dewdney was correct when he wrote: “every night has its own unique identity”.