Digital photography is pervasive. It's so available now it's like air. We have cameras everywhere. Filming our everything. Our foods, our loves, our crimes. Photo and video have become an omniscient witness to our second-by-second existence. These images explore both the aesthetic beauty of the things they photograph but also of the textures and consequences of these things when they come together as both witness and judge. Because the line between the two is often non-existent.
Photographs are place and event. And a document of place and event. But do they tell the truth? Does the arrow that hits its target describe the target? Or the arrow? Or the person pointing the bow in the first place? Or are they all secondarily complicit in an orchestra being conducted by the technology itself?