Even I know each image you see here is a confession. Each image is about a will to have something that cannot and should not be kept: meaning, greatness, eternity

My work, over the last ten years, seems a return to an early project of childhood: learning to tell time. It's just one of many undertakings that humbled me into adulthood, but it's the one I feel most obliged to correct. I was a slow learner when it came to understanding hours and seconds. The face of the clock seemed inadequate in comparison to the circumference of my day.

But then, no creature can learn that which his heart has no shape to hold*. As an adult, I remain a dilettante of time, just determined enough to know when I'm late. It seems I was never meant to experience or tell time in hours. In my work, I want to recognize the world and my own heart. Surely this is as much as there is to knowing greatness.

David Andrews
Chattanooga, TN

*Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses