I am intrigued by the mystery of photographs that hint of an idealized memory or place, or even a dark hidden fragment, a thing barely tangible. So often our memories are flawed and imprecise, just shards of an experience of a place or time. Often they are jumbled and chaotic. Very rarely is a memory so crystalline that we can conjure up all the details, so it is with these qualities in mind that I create my constructed still lifes.