"There is nothing more mysterious than a fact clearly described."  Garry Winogrand

 

My works grow out of an obsessive preoccupation with

the poetics of the possible;

the beauty and erotic charge of mathematics, its sensuous rigor, its austere charm, its status as part discovery, part invention;

the paradox of losing oneself not in chaos but rather losing oneself in order;

the exploration of between-distances and between-times;

the surprise and power held by objects and experiences which are foreign and familiar at the same time;

the mystery of structures that contain patterns, possibilities, and potentialities that exceed the expectations that even they appear to set for themselves;

the romance of those moments in which losing oneself and finding oneself are identical.