Anton Chekhov, one of the great storytellers of the nineteenth century and also a skilled physician, wrote of his dueling careers: “Medicine is my lawful wife and literature my mistress; when I am tired of one, I spend the night with the other.” A similar arrangement has enabled my pursuits in medicine and photography. As a surgeon, I’ve found great satisfaction in successful extirpation of cancerous tumors, but as a human being, it is the relations forged with these brave patients which most inspires me. In this spirit, my photographic work seeks to call attention to the seriousness of certain small things, and the emptiness of some large ones – often by looking at what’s been forgotten among the debris of a culture.
The pictures, predominantly concerned with the vernacular, reside somewhere between photographic fact and lyricism - between the precise description of the mounted view camera, and the grain and blur of handheld image capture. Occasionally they are successful, and when I sense they are not - that is when I return to medicine, “my lawful wife,” where time among my patients, awake and chatting in the clinic or anesthetized before me on the operating table, restores some faith that a return to the street may yield another good picture.