My work is shaped by my constant, usually unconscious exploration and evocation of what it feels like to have lost my parents at an early age, as etched in light. My search mostly occurs in stilled twilight, along fields and the edges of ponds and woods. For many years I was rarely in one place for very long. My rootlessness rooted me. Often, the view out a car or train window felt more like home than wherever I was living. Over time, I’ve developed a kinship with bridges and highways, trestles and roofs, with the husks of industrial towns that race by at two or three in the morning. My images are about my brief inhabitation of these places.