There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth.
- Friedrich Nietzsche
As a child, I suffered a paralyzing fear of the dark. So terrified was I of the imagined creatures hiding under the bed, or lurking in the dark recesses of my closet, that I often drifted off to sleep with a flashlight clutched in my hand. The Irony is not lost on me that my current artistic preoccupation takes me on into seedy back alleys and a labyrinth of downtown streets, illuminated by flickering streetlights that barely manage to penetrate the darkness of an often foreboding and claustrophobic urban jungle.
This body of work explores one facet of life in a city known as the birthplace of Film Noir. Despite my unease, my curiosity and inquisitiveness are rooted in an obsessive need to discover secrets that lie hidden just beneath, even the most forbidding corners of the city. To excavate the past, to stare into the faces of ghosts long forgotten.
Inspired by the visual esthetic of Film Noir, this work explores isolated fragments of subjects once there but now gone, as a means of shining a light on what is hidden, if only for an instant.