EDITION INFORMATION

I am totally uninterested in telling the truth. However, in one way or another, photography, by its nature, does it for me. So whatever vestige of truth that exists gives rise to the connotational dimension present in the image. Much of my work explores the degree to which this dimension is exploited.

At the time this photograph was taken, I was concentrating on making self-contained pictures as opposed to serial images. New York (Peony) has since found itself in a loose grouping of interiors entitled Hard Times. It deals with the narrative present in all spaces, something that is either known or unknown but nevertheless hovers in the air. The images run the gamut from personal to public places and include: a store's used silver-plate cabinet, a room in my mother's house, Paul Bowles' former residence on Taprobane Island in Sri Lanka, a used car dealership, a racket ball court on the grounds of a Maharaja's palace, a storeroom for 18th century royal porcelain and this image of a peony’s last moments.