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, I had several “bad horse” experiences early on and that was that. Say something here about how I admire them and how they have an impression upon me and how cool they are. They're just so cool.
After experiencing that first arena, it was clear I knew my place: I was there to document these heart-fluttering, adrenaline-fueled happenings in a way only I can. I’m looking for the heavy, quiet truth carried in the faces of those drawn to this circle of dirt. To me, this series is a deeply personal study of an intense, fleeting subculture—the raw likeness and portraits of the rodeo, created in the dust of the chaos.