Passage

These photographs look up. No horizon, no ground, no sense of where the viewer is standing. Just mass and edge and light, a form that will be gone within the hour.

I photograph clouds the way I photograph shorelines, waiting for the moment the shape resolves into something I recognize. In black and white the color falls away and what remains is structure: the density at the center, the places where the edge breaks apart, the light coming through from behind.

Four images. A small series, made when the sky asked for attention.

Each photograph is available as an archival pigment print in an edition of ten, printed by me on Hahnemühle German Etching paper. Prints are signed and numbered, and sizes are available on request.

Please write with the title of the image you are interested in, and I will send pricing and available sizes.