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Swimmers
I recall my excitement at viewing the first photos that I shot of a boy swimming in a pool in Santa Fe. In the photos, the water is luminous and constantly changing; its bubbles, ripples, and reflections of light mesmerized me. The human element is visceral, distorted, and at times unrecognizable. This one afternoon launched me on a several-year project of photographing swimmers in pools wherever I traveled, from Athens to Bali to Singapore.
There is no way for me to control the fluidity of water, the movement of a swimmer, or the shifting light. I enjoy the transience of this situation. The contrast between beauty and the grotesque intrigues me. Over time, I learned to trust the process. This group of pictures represents an adventure into the unknown.
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