Explorer of Worlds is a series photographed twice. It begins in a real place, which I capture hundreds of times over and feed into software that rebuilds it into a three-dimensional world – a whole environment regrown from images of the original. Then I explore the scans, drifting through, doubling back, following whatever pulls me. Every so often something stops me – a region where the world comes apart, where the familiar loosens into something strange enough that I can't look away. These places occur where I gave the software too few images to resolve, and the ground gives way into abstraction. What strikes me there I photograph from the inside: a second image, drawn out of the world I made from the first.
These are places caught mid-transformation, never settling, their edges coming undone – and that's exactly where I feel most myself. These images are where I hold that for a moment, before it moves on.


Primavera I-II
(Spring)


Primavera I-II
(Spring)

Campi di Grano
(Wheat Fields)

Campi di Grano
(Wheat Fields)



Aviation I-III

Phenomena

Phenomena


Amber Eather I-II

Hummingbirds



Bloom

Windowsill I-II





Hibiscus I-II






Take Flight





Cityscapes I-II



Capogiro (Dizziness) I-III

Material Illusion

Material Illusion















































Explorer of Worlds is a series photographed twice. It begins in a real place, which I capture hundreds of times over and feed into software that rebuilds it into a three-dimensional world – a whole environment regrown from images of the original. Then I explore the scans, drifting through, doubling back, following whatever pulls me. Every so often something stops me – a region where the world comes apart, where the familiar loosens into something strange enough that I can't look away. These places occur where I gave the software too few images to resolve, and the ground gives way into abstraction. What strikes me there I photograph from the inside: a second image, drawn out of the world I made from the first.
These are places caught mid-transformation, never settling, their edges coming undone – and that's exactly where I feel most myself. These images are where I hold that for a moment, before it moves on.