Art is a form of magic. Since the beginning, we have made pictures in order to conjure things we wished for or to attempt to hold onto things which we had. It is an opportunity to put our wishes and hopes down on paper (or the wall of a cave) in an attempt to have our intentions influence reality.
These pictures, taken in my neighborhood, seek to revise the commonplace by selectively removing parts of it, allowing us to see what was always there. By removing swatches of these pictures, they transform into something mysterious and almost fabricated. They become more universal, while retaining the specificity of the actual time and place at which they were shot. Unlike the paint by number pictures of the ideal waterfall or fall scene, they retain their local roots.
By presenting images with fragmented information, the viewer is allowed to fill in the blanks. This empty space permits the viewer to participate in creating the art as they imagine or see what is not there, based on their personal histories.