I recently travelled to the west coast to reaquaint myself with an old muse. I consider the resulting body of work (much more of which is to come) to be some of my best work on the subject thus far. These images were designed to be exhibited in a specific space. I was unsure of how those restrictions would impact the work, but I'm pleased in that they seem to have spurred the work forward rather than restrained it in any way.
Over the years I've gotten to work with some very talented and beautiful models, however my shoots with Meagan reached a level of collaboration and synergy that a photographer can usually only hope for. Perhaps it was because she is a talented photographer in her own right, or perhaps because she lives with a candidness and sense of adventure rarely found in this society, or perhaps something else entirely. Who can really explain this alchemy anyway? At my best I can only present evidence that these elements: water, air, flesh, electrons, and the briefest light were momentarily transformed into something else. And that something else is what I submit for your consideration.
I can't say a lot about this series yet, except that its one of the most elusive and challenging projects I've worked on. The photos come like apparitions, always pulling me in drastically different directions than I planned on going.
Also, I should say that I'm very grateful for this model's collaboration. She is unassuming and yet in every shoot we've done together she delivers a deep and honest presence. She ultimately makes these photos what they are, and much more than I what I originally imagined.
Being in he midst of several concurrent art projects all ready, I thought another new series was the last thing I needed. It seems the muses thought differently and I was given these images on walk after dusk on a beach in Oregon.