I asked you not to throw them at me when you dance

“I asked you not to throw them at me when you dance” (60″ x 40″) is a photograph from The Quarks, a series of micro stories revelaed through light. This image, like most of the photos in the series, was taken on the 4th of July or New Year’s Eve. The photograph captures the aftermath of dancing with fire and the politics of a relationship. The locus, or the curve formed by the attack of blue, reveals the condition between two coordinates moving relative to one another at the speed of light.

Exhibition information: Marriott Residences, 9200 Collins Avenue from October 22 – January 30th, 2017.

Crisis of Conscience 

Photography calms, especially when I discover beauty in error. These small catastrophes sucker punch the insidious drive for perfection that moves me. “Crisis of Conscience” comes out of the conflict between error & perfection and opens up the possibility of seeing beauty in different manifestations. Recognizing that perfection isn’t an end in itself, but a messy, haphazard process where magic happens along the way. And that’s beautiful.

[The Quarks is a series of micro stories made visible through light.]

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When we rise, we rise together

Life is exhausting and hectic, but I finally had the opportunity to stay still and work on a new image from the Quarks, which is a series of micro stories made visible through light.

This is an excerpt from “When we rise, we rise together”. The title was inspired by Michelle Obama’s speech to the 2016 DNC.

“When we rise, we rise together” | Photo by Neil de la Flor

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MANCC Artist/Writer Convening road trip 

Tomorrow we head to Tallahassee, FL (on a creative road tip of sorts) for the MANCC Artist/Writer Convening at FSU where writers and choreographers will convene to explore the generative possibilities of working together. This, I   like. I’m excited. I’ve never participated in a think-tank or had the luxury to spend two days talking about writing and dance. I’m not a dancer, but I like to photograph movement. It does something to me when I capture a body move between here and there. I’m a little sad because Bullet is recovering from knee surgery, but he’ll be fine. When I return home, I’ll teach him how to dance.