A Portrait of a Rodeo
A walk around the arena
I first stepped into the dirt of an arena with a camera two decades ago in Mexico, and I’ve been drawn back to the gravity of these spaces ever since. I didn’t grow up wanting to be a cowboy—in fact, a few early "bad horse" experiences made sure of that. Yet, I’ve always held a reverence for the tough, prideful, and unyielding posture of those who live in this world.
After experiencing that first arena, my focus was clear: I was there to document the faces of this fleeting subculture through portraiture. I don’t show up to photograph the rides or the action—though I snap a few of those moments along the way. I’m looking for the truth carried in the faces of those drawn to this circle of dirt. This series is a deeply personal study of courage, grit, and chaos, created in the dust of the arena.