movement

I am fascinated by movement. How our bodies bend, time passes and carves out pathways, ideas shift us forward or back. Everything is ever changing. That is the only certain truth I know, everything is and always will constantly change. It chafes when we feel stuck in a rut. We feel free when we are moving towards our dreams. I think it’s this hyperfixation on change that makes me capture movement. Such an oxymoron too, as a photograph is a snapshot frozen in time. How can you depict movement in a still image? This juxtaposition is what I dream of.