I started photographing in the street because I wanted to document the city. I quickly found out that for me, it was impossible to actually make any sense out of the continual onslaught of imagery. I never made any conscience decision to make these photographs what they are- they just evolved. This is not documentary photography in the classical sense because it gives no information about time or place. The images are more like glimpses, side glances in a tornado of instances. In that ten year period I must have tripped the shudder ten thousand times, and occasionally I was able to grasp slivers of time that stayed with me over the years, and I remembered them as if they occurred yesterday. To me they are sanctuaries, little places in time that I was able stop and climb aboard. And in the constant rush of the street I was able to find serenity; tiny pauses in the cadence of life that are as much a part of the city as the horns, the jackhammers and smell of the buses. Even in those glaring, trembling streets there were moments of calm.
As it turned out, it became apparent to me that I was not at all in control of what I was portraying because I had become another bit player in the show. The street had assimilated me- as it does with everything else- and I became a part of what I was portraying.
