Over the course of my career as a photographer the notion of continually creating images where more is actually more began to blur the lines of what photography and modern visual communication originally existed as. I needed to reboot, to clean out and return to an essence of photography I fell in love with in the very beginning. I needed to return photography to its most raw and dare I say primitive expression. I went back to the very beginning: to lighting, location and composition.

Over a period of two years whilst traveling out across Southern Africa I cleansed from my mind everything I had done before. I became nothing, no ego, no personality, no history. I picked up the camera to begin again where it had all started as a student. I photographed rocks.

A civil war broke out from within me. I had to first remove the anger and criticism I felt as I fought the lifelessness of a rock before me. The lack of any expression of the subject matter shot bullet holes right into the very being of who and what I wanted to be or saw myself as, a photographer.

Only once I had swum through this period of detoxifying myself was I able to arrive at a scene with only lighting and composition to create an image from out the desolation of the ordinary. Images began to come to life that were so complicated and moving that when pondered upon they revealed a completely surreal and ultimately pure definition of what photography is, the ability to capture light.