Memento Mori
In her essay “Plato’s Cave,” Susan Sontag writes, “All photographs are memento mori.” And so they are. To each moment, there’s a beginning and an end. The photographic frame is emblematic of the boundaries we face in time, space and memory. This is especially true of those spontaneous and unique expressions of form and color created with the swipe of a camera. They are formed in a flash and unique. So too are those unscripted moments that we photograph and treasure, and the compositions we create to explore and express how we understand and feel about the world. The world has no shape, no volume, no color of its own. The light falls inward. It pools within us. Our body is the ember, our mind, the flame. These images are but the tangled strands and fragments that fall away, and come to rest here for a time.
