August Dering When I was seven, I lived in a yurt in Colorado. When I was 10, I was Indiana Jones in the forest and Luke Skywalker on Degobah. I had about a hundred rattlesnakes when I was 15 and I took pictures of them. That's when it started. When I was 17, I dropped out of high school, ran away from home and crash landed in New Orleans. Later I moved to a different coast, went to school, got better, got a little older, started paying off my student loans. I still like snakes. I think about Laurel Canyon in the 60s- Caravaggio chapels in Rome- the rust rainbows conquering the tool shed- O'Keefe wedged into Irving's photograph. I want to capture time and inertia and memory and decay. I want to show you the moments caught in the playfulness between light and shadow- those brief hints that life is intelligible and beautiful. Picasso says that art is a lie that tells the truth. I want to convince you that my lies are worth telling.