I came to be when Mennonite and Ukrainian bloodlines—both having set out hundreds of years ago from origins near the Black Sea—finally crossed paths in mid-’70s Winnipeg. Faced with the prospect of raising a family, my parents fled to a village east of the city, where they became wedding photographers. It was there that they subjected my brother and I to traumatizing experiments they called "portraiture". Consequence laid dormant for years. It was not until the dawn of the new millennium—when humankind was facing its greatest threat of extinction from a virus called “Y2K”—that I instead caught the photo bug.
My photography is a reflection of how my life has unfolded. While cognizant and appreciative of this world as a whole, introversion and lifestyle have ultimately precluded me from identifying with most others. I am humbled and inspired by the significance found in outliers, the peripheral, the neglected and the forgotten. I am self-taught and my manor of photographing is impulsive, embracing chance and "error" but never seeking it out. I am intent on the journey of long-term projects, having started my ongoing series Secret Gardens in 2009. It is likely that I will remain in Winnipeg forever.