The truth is, I like coming over here, especially after it rains. When my world started to break down, the conditions in the atmosphere changed and the light doesn’t reflect through moisture the way it used to. We haven’t seen a rainbow in over twenty years… As our world started to repair itself, I began to imagine that the people from my side would start to see them again. You know, something so beautiful, so perfect. I still find myself looking up after it rains.
“Throughout the ages people have had different ideas about what the American West represents, but many agree that it harbors a certain mystique born from wilderness. Though much of the West has been populated, paved over, and commercialized, I believe it still retains this mystique in various forms, and to find it means looking from various perspectives. This body of work takes on these perspectives and seeks to update our collective impression of the West by putting forth a vision of Americaʼs landscape that uses roadside culture to convey where the West has been and where itʼs going. Yet by no means are these photos meant to be pure documentation of America and its identity, but rather a portrait of what American identity means to me. And by photographing the West – where enigma, nostalgia, and history can be found in everyday scenes – I hope to help viewers find out what it means to them, whether or not they ever visit these sleepy towns and loneliest of landscapes for themselves.”