New York, NY, United States
As a young street photographer in New York City, I was a spy. An insider. Invisible.
I documented hidden moments, unknown to my subjects. I was one with the landscape, one with the machine. But in that unity, there was something missing from my work: Me.
I moved to Oaxaca, Mexico, a place of unavoidable light and color. I was an outsider. Visible. In every photo, my subjects were aware of the camera and the foreigner behind it. I was suddenly very present in my work.
I found my voice in the balance of these polar extremes. A way to capture authentic emotion by knowing when to subtlety accentuate the presence of the camera, and when to diminish it.
It's different for every subject, of course. We're all outsiders. We're all insiders. Visible and invisible all at once.