I can’t walk past a dog in a car and not want to take its picture. There’s something about the fact that they’re trapped in a tiny metal and glass prison that I find compelling. Sometimes they seem comfortable with their lot and other times they look like they’re not sure anyone is ever coming back. Their faces are immediately honest and they don’t mince words about their willingness or unwillingness to be photographed.
I’m drawn to photograph the emotion of a situation. I suppose in making pictures of animals I could be accused of anthropomorphism, but I think I can read a dog pretty well. They’re much more straightforward and obvious with their feelings than most people. I don’t have an agenda. Trying to make the work “important” would ruin it, I think.