Questions have been at the root of my artwork since I began to photograph. They have taken me everywhere: What is the difference between waiting and standing or sitting? What if for everything you took in, you gave something away? Always asking and not so much in a search for answers, more a fascination with the process of understanding.

How much of someone is caught in a portrait, and are they distilled or stretched in the process? Which do you prefer, to inhale or to exhale, or is it the space between breaths that gets your attention? What is a photograph of grace?

Using photography, we are able to hold onto moments of serenity.

There is a moment just before a question forms into words.

I would like to see it.