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He yelled at me, but I didn’t acknowledge. I chose not to run when I sensed him approaching. I made sure he saw me photograph some trash in a fence. “Art”. Somehow I said the right things and our conversation became warmer. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna go agro on ya.” I didn’t understand his statement until he brandished a wrench concealed by his hoodie. He had seen my flash and thought I was trying to photograph him. I was so taken aback by his weapon that I asked if I could photograph it.
I refer to these pictures as Urgency. I made a conscious decision to reconcile my confusion/aggravation/anger about the outrageous failings that are convulsing American society through photographs. The methods I am using to make these photographs are visceral and immediate. I walk, see, and respond –these things found me as much as I found them. I have been exploring the city at night, using it as the controlling metaphor. In the dark, I flood my subjects with light; an isolated observation. The rough grit of the city is exposed, recalling the abrasive climate that now permeates the United States.