These photographs reflect my interest in abstraction and particularly, the abstracted landscape. In these \u201cDay\u201d photographs, wanted to push the edge of whiteness and blur. I also wanted to capture fields of color. In the \u201cNight\u201d photographs, I wanted to go back to darkness and apply what I learned by taking pictures during the day.<\/p>\n
My previous series, \u201cSpeed of Light\u201d (2005), \u201cBoring\u201d (2006), and \u201cMore Speed of Light\u201d (2008), were all largely shot at night. In May 2007, during a car trip to a wedding in Virginia, I found myself, as I usually do on long car rides, taking photographs as we sped down the road. Wanting to recreate the same blurry, abstract effect during the day time, I began exploring over exposure and unfocusing. Over the past few months, I refined this approach and the seven \u201cDay\u201d photographs show a range of work.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n
There’s a way where there’s a will<\/em> Daytime bores me. People are working. Because I am a night person, I tend to sleep away most of the morning. I wake up a lunch time. I work a little. I eat lunch. I wait for one of my lovers to come home or get out of class. Day is a time for waiting.<\/p>\n I tend to take photographs during the day when I find myself awake and out and bored: at a BBQ with friends, in the car on a road trip, and even, ironically, at a daytime rave that takes place on Sundays during the summer in Montreal. I take pictures to fill the time, to busy myself till night comes and I feel awake and alive again.<\/p>\n I don\u2019t understand people who wake up early in the morning to take the day. There is no romance in the morning, no sense of urgency, no risk. There is no light when everything is light.<\/p>\n So, here we go, hold on tight and don’t let go<\/em> I love the night. I love how darkness soothes the city to quiet. People disappear and I am alone, uninhibited, and free to roam.<\/p>\n I also like to shoot at night. It is easier to add light than to take it away. Light itself becomes a subject, the actor in the photographs. Colors become moody. Things look better at night. Darkness has a way of obscuring the dark and dingy. I would rather walk down an alley and see stacks of smashed cardboard and piles of black garbage bags than seen perfectly manicured sidewalks bursting with potted flowers.<\/p>\n The night promises sex and mystery and danger. We give ourselves permission to do things in the dark we would not during daylight hours. At night, we hold our lovers a little tighter. At night, we dream.<\/p>\n
\n You know I got no need for stairs<\/em>
\n Step out on the window sill<\/em>
\n Fall with me into the air<\/em><\/p>\nNight<\/h2>\n
\n I won’t ever let you fall<\/em>
\n I love the night, flying o’er these city lights<\/em>
\n But I love you most of all<\/em>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n