I have always been fascinated with the idea of Liminal space (that murky, indistinct borderlands between places, people and ideas) and the strange duality that Liminal Space creates in all things that dwell there. Through photography and image manipulation I seek to explore the places and characters that inhabit the 'space between'. I primarily use ambiguity, contradiction and conflicting elements to create disquiet, dark, eerie, haunting, surreal images and works.

Liminality; the borderlands between two worlds. Originally, it was an anthropological term meant to describe the state of being of an individual as they undergo some social ceremony. A manhood ceremony. The child enters the ceremony, small, frail, weak and in need of adult guidance. At the end of a ceremony, that child has been transformed into a Man in the eyes of his community. What I am interested in the the land between these two points for somewhere in the middle of the ceremony the individual was both a boy and a man at the same time; like a living therion of myth. I want to explore the borderlands between worlds. I want to explore this theriantropic beings we call ourselves.

Cemeteries, graveyards are very much part of the living world; but they are a place which many seek not to enter without being dead. I want to find meaning in this dead place of the living and in the places where the dead live.

Churches are where Western Man has assigned the space for God to dwell. It does not matter whether God is real, made up. What matters is that in the space the human can commune with the divine; which is to say mortality can reach out to touch immortality gently on the cheek and gets to ask how it feels. I want to find meaning in the places where the frailty of mortality can sit and listen to the quiet hymn of the universe chanting a lonely song of glorious (non)death.

The streets of a busy city. Traffic flows like blood in the veins. At its heart stands building of law, of spirituality, of knowledge. The facades shine with faded and antiquated glory of an shining past while the space hidden away; the alleys, the back streets are stained with decay like a leper shedding its skin. I want to find meaning in the places where civic life is juxtaposed with decay long ignored; how the disease of that only Time can inflict chooses it prey.