This idea of a spirit, a mysterious life force in stones or places or even moments is at the core of my work as a photographer. It is the unseen but palpable presence of the numinous that is the real inspiration for all of my work. The seascapes I have photographed for more than 30 years on the coast of New England, my series on the Portsmouth Harbor Salt Piles, and my decades of work in the high Peruvian Andes have all been done in search of and in celebration of the spirit that pervades and imbues the physical manifestation of our shimmering world.
The indigenous cultures of the world have not forgotten how to enter the living dream of our mysterious world. For more than twenty years I have apprenticed myself to a culture, a people and a cosmology that has a far deeper appreciation for the true nature of life on this planet than our ‘modern’ technological society. They retain the wisdom our ancestors knew and we have forgotten. In the Andes of Peru they are still capable of entering the dream of their mountainous land just as the people of the jungle naturally enter the dream of their plants to seek the wisdom of creation. They have cultivated their ability, inherent to us all, to know the world directly through the sensations of their wise bodies and their imagination. Not the imagination our culture so arrogantly trivializes, but the imagination of Blake, Coleridge, Goethe and other artists and visionaries of whatever field. We too have the ability to feel, to intuit and to know the world far more deeply than logic will ever take us. This is an ancient path of knowing artists have drawn from since fashioning our first stone tools shaped so lovingly to fit in the palm of our hands.