Wind ripples across an estuary creating a rhythmic pattern on the surface attracting my attention. Waves of thought break and wash over the moment, dredging up an internal dialogue. Words break the surface, invoke memory, emotion and spirit, and mix with historic, scientific and literary associations. Questions form, hover and move on, like clouds in the sky.

Landscapes of vast, undifferentiated spaces such as deserts and large bodies of water have a hold on me. They have been a source of inspiration for me as an artist and photographer for over two decades. My concept of landscape begins in the material world and a geographic location.But it is more than that. It is a dynamic situation, a narrative of interaction between human and natural forces. Karl Marx noted, “All of history is a ruin,” ever folding and unfolding. The faint trail now only marked by the antelopes’ track across the meadow, the cottonwoods that remain as the sole occupants of the homesteads that once thrived in this desert―landscapes are what remain of human and natural histories in flux.

In my series Vanishing Points, point of view becomes a narrative gesture employed to examine the dualities that abound―emptiness and fullness, near and far, past and present, life and death― literally and figuratively seen from one perspective. It is the confluence of personal, cultural and natural histories. And, as with all histories, our understanding and interpretation change with time and distance.