While much of my work involves going to faraway places – to the frozen valleys of Wyoming, the stifling floor of the California desert or the back alleys of Cuba – this body of work was shot entirely from my home in New York. To be precise, the photos were taken from my own small terrace in downtown Manhattan.
As a New Yorker, I often walk through concrete canyons with my head down, careful to avoid the cracks in the sidewalk. And so it was a visual reprieve when I moved into a tall, light-filled glass building and found myself looking up. The cloud formations I saw from my apartment intrigued me – they were dreamy and abstract. And it was a revelation that a gritty urban sky scape could have an atmospheric beauty that rivaled that which I’d found in nature. As I researched cloud types and shapes and began to capture them in my photographs, I became aware that clouds too fit into my body of work, as forms I am compelled to capture before they vanish.