On Photography

So, I was asked what it is fuels my fascination with the image. My own and that of others. Much as I get off being in front of the lens, it is Sublime the power From Behind...
In the Play of Light, and Angle, and Context, Presence and Absence it is really a Foray into Forensics.

I seek to bring forward the Traces of Blood, Sweat, Semen,
Salt...I want to get at the Essence, Subtext, Fine print, that
shifting Hologram of Chemicals that telegraph Truth..
Elusive Roadshow that Truth May be.

Reduce you and I to a Crime site. For my eyes.

The camera chalks the Border of Your Fallen body
notes the murder that Occurred in the
curve of Your smile
Traces and Delineates
the Felonies you wore
for all to see.
You are Exposed for what you were
at the moment your Flesh hit
the pavement.

Light Spews from Our Poses. Screams Attend What is Here is
Unrepeatable.
The shutter, shudders.
Abducts.

This is jane/john Doe...
there are all the usual Suspects and
then Some.
Somewhere, Uber/caffeinated
and late so Late into the Night
I stroke the Curling Photos
on the Wall.

Documentarian, I.

Ps. My guy Dipped himself in Sepia.
I tell him I am ok
with the Sorrow that Leaks from
Brown...