I am more interested in poetry than fact, in the ever-so-slight transformation of reality achieved through a lyrical gaze rather than a scientific, "objective" depiction; I feel that, counterintuitive as this assertion may initially seem, such an approach is in fact more realistic, truer to emotional reality and to the way our perception of the external world is always filtered through our idiosyncratic subjective lenses. I aim to inspire and move, not to inform. I feel that this aim, the unique way photography has of transforming the world while pretending to just objectively capture light waves, can best be pursued and revealed through the use of humble materials. The more mundane and 'uninteresting' the raw material, the more can the transformative poetry of photography itself come to the fore. Thus, for this project, instead of focusing on a newsworthy social issue or situation, or an exotic or remote location, I decided to concentrate on my metaphorical own back yard and the everyday life of the streets. My aim is to create visually complicated images that are not just formally interesting, but, more importantly, manage to reveal something of the discreet and often overlooked poetry of 'found moments' of everyday life. The conjunction of my photographic gaze with chance and happenstance is essential to my approach, as is an emphasis on the evanescence of these encountered poetic moments. I am interested in fleeting gestures and glances, the momentary field of interaction between passing strangers, the ephemeral dance of light and shadow and street life. I try to visually organize the chaos of the streets just enough to contain it in the photograph, but hopefully not much more than that. I aim for understated pictures that can demonstrate how the ordinary and mundane can be transformed into something mysterious and enchanting when photographed, pictures that pose rather than answer questions. More than anything, what moves me is capturing the infinitesimal outward signs of an inner emotional life, the interiority of people even in the midst of the most public spaces. This dialectic between public and private, the inner and the external world, is a leitmotif that runs throughout my work. The project is titled Its Strangest Patterns, after a passage from the novel Netherland, by Joseph O' Neill: "[I’d] walk and walk until I reached a state of fancifulness, of indeterminately hopeful receptiveness…there was a definite element of flight, and an element of capitulation, too… and in this I was abetted by the streets of New York City, which abet desire even in its strangest patterns".