The other day, I was talking with a photographer friend. “Will there come a time when we run out of things to photograph? Can it be that this insatiable urge to make pictures will one day evaporate?” I asked. “As long as there are problems in this world, there is a reason to make work. And there will always be problems.” he answered.

It sent me thinking long and hard – is this what drives me onwards?  I arrived at NO, not for me. My pictures are not complaints or pleas or criticisms – they are forms of acceptance, a notion of hope, and the need to celebrate even when the odds are against us. For me, as long as there is desire, longing and chance of redemption in this world, there is a reason to make pictures of the whole complicated, beautiful mess.