“Only fools are enslaved by time and space.”

We hear a lot of photographers talking about freezing time, capturing the decisive moment. The advent of photography allowed people to see for the first time what motion looked like when frozen in time. I like to play on the flip side of that coin, somewhere between still and motion photography. Lengthening exposure times and layering frames introduces expanded timelines into perceptually momentary images.

Leaving the shutter open lets time compress into a single moment. Light plays tricks on us. Remain still and you’re frozen, the slightest shift causes blurring, move quickly and you can disappear altogether. We are all ephemeral beings, the fragile space between moments is far greater than most are comfortable admitting. The difference between preserving your mark and dissipating into a streak, a ghost, is dictated by a mere fraction of a second, harnessed by a flapping mirror.

Time and space are subjective.