In Plain Sight
Driving with my mother down a freeway in Los Angeles when I was six or
seven years old, I suddenly started laughing. My mother asked me what
was so funny, and I replied that I'd just realized that traffic was
made up of cars. As an adolescent deconstructionist I was beginning to
realize that while the whole may be greater than the sum of its parts,
the parts are interesting, too.
We recognize the majestic beauty of panoramic landscapes, a mountain
range, the waterfalls of Yosemite, and the Golden Gate Bridge. But in a
twist on the old saying, when we equate beauty with majesty, we quite
literally can't see the trees for the forest.
||To me, photography is less about capturing a
moment than gaining a new perspective on people and objects by
observing them out of context. This is achieved through close-ups which
obscure the subject’s environment, the use of dim lighting, digital
collage, and a smattering of PhotoShop. When you get up close to the
perceived ordinary, or glance around as you hurry to work, you may be
surprised by the subjects hidden in plain sight.
I've been told I have "a good eye," which begs the question: What's
wrong with the other one?