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The truth. I'll forgo the lofty artspeak in favor of a more simple and honest explanation: I create images that excite me. Even better, they're exciting other people too. In fact, Elton John was my very first buyer—seriously. Of course, the problem now is figuring out how the hell to top that experience.

The subject. A tattooed figure on his motorbike. The spidery cables shooting out of a transformer. A pair of shiny black shoes. It doesn't really matter. If someone or something grabs my attention, I keep thinking about it. Obsessing, really. And that's my sign that I'm onto something worthwhile.

The process. There's something about working hours on end in a B&W darkroom that obliterates the instant gratification of hands-free color processing. I've found it to be an important part of my creative journey and typically more rewarding than the actual photography session.

The explanation. It never fails. Just when I think I've gone mad trying to print a single decent image, a voice starts whispering in my ear and something I can only describe as near-maniacal inspiration takes over. That's about the closest I can explain where my head is when I know I've got something good.

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