
Time flows: We covet it, we waste it, we look forward to the future, we remember the past. I made this photograph in a short series of moments, during 3 seconds of my life. It sounds such an apparently insignificant number, but to me so meaningful. I remember the smell of the frost and the cool chill of sunrise. I stood with a friend, a man I respect and admire. I remember my inspirations; the giants on whose shoulders I stand. A photograph can appear so ordinary, our lives can appear so abstract and worthless. My art is my life. Each piece is my diary of imagination, passion, love, respect, empathy and compassion. It is my time, on the timeline. One day too, I will be an ancestor.