“Sometimes even returning to the favorite books doesn’t work. There’s no inspiration to be found in the pages of Hopscotch, Pale Fire, or My Loose Thread. Words just seem stifling. Reminders of what I can’t seem to do. That’s when I turn to my photography books, cracking open their oversized spines and staring at images that stare blankly back at me. Something happens the longer I look at the static ghostly fashion photographs of Deborah Turbeville, the shadow-swallowed teenagers of Bill Henson, the colorful coke bottles, shower tiles, and oven interiors of William Eggleston. Shards of narrative rise to the surface. Gestures begin to suggest movement and character. It’s a world awaiting syllables that haven’t already been soiled.”
—Jeff Jackson, author of Mira Corpora (Two Dollar Radio, 2013)