Statement:

Whenever I am shooting surfers, I am shooting two entities: the surfer, and the sea. Both are interlocked in a
dynamic play of forces which resembles a race, but is in fact closer to a dance in form and structure. The sea
and the surfer must both connect at the right moment, the perfect wave for the fortunate surfer who is ready,
willing, and in the right place at the right time.

Fortune favors the brave in surfing as it does in skateboarding, but unlike skating, surfing injects new random
elements into every ride; circumstances that will never, ever be repeated twice. Like snowflakes, no two waves
are ever the same, even waves occuring in the same set. This in fact leads to the observed trait in surfers to skip
what seems to be a good wave and wait "for the next one" in hopes it will be even better. Often this hope is borne
out, especially with experienced surfers who frequent the same spot and are familiar with the locale, but occasionally
it is a lost bet until the next set rolls in. While skaters can ply the same route over and over in search of perfection,
surfers must submit to the will of the sea and "pray for waves". It is this random element that keeps us both coming
back to where the sea, earth, and sky all meet; there is nothing else quite like it.