Here's a new Polaroid series I made in August called “A Conifer is the Sea” Please visit the POLAROID department and have a look. Here are some words about the series:

We ache for these rare moments when you crack through a crust. I've been cleaning for years but somehow just now made it into this corner; there lying dormant in the cobwebs of my mind waiting for its switch to flip. It might whisper softly, but engages like the snap of a lead pipe to the bridge of your nose, or was it more like the warm drape of a giant quilt? There you go, you're moving. How could such a tiny edge of the puzzle feel so big?

John Muir wrote “When we try to pick out anything by itself we find it hitched to everything else in the Universe.” Does the structure of every fragment indeed hold the key to the structure as a whole? Is the crop a decapitation of essence? Without that pretty head do you still radiate? With my microscope in one hand and a magnifying glass in the other, if I look from way back here these glasses that I wear frame the world in one single silhouette. The whole is greater than the sum of the parts, but you don't have to tell the mind things it already knows.