Moving to New Orleans has been one of the most influential experiences of my life. I quickly found myself swallowed amongst the pedals of her full blossom and pollinated by the community that keeps her driving. Luna Baby and The Chariot of Love was my first attempt to be a pollinator in this city. Made from a 1950's Indonesian Bakak Rickshaw, a pair of silver mannequin legs, antique camera bellow, and some found objects, I assembled a make shift photo boot. 6am Mardi Gras morning I maneuvered her 200 pound fixed gear attitude from Carrolton Ave to the intersection of Esplanade and Decatur. Here I set up an ceremonial space with burning candles, magnolia branches, and a subtle draft of incense to help gather folks in passing for a quick photo session. The space felt invisible and created an interesting perspective of such a unique festival. Here are the photographs from that day.
After my experience with Luna Baby and The Chariot of Love I decided to pursue taking her out amongst different area's in the town to continue documenting. However, I was quickly shut down for being "to bohemian" and unable to obtain an art venders permit from New Orleans City Hall because photography isn't an art . . .
Her colorful soul was donated to Krewe of Chewbacchus and Krewe De Vieux to continue shifting here love through the streets of New Orleans.
In 2015 I was given a 3 month assignment in Brazil. My travels had me primarily stationed off the coast of Sao Paulo on an island called Ilhabela. While there I was able to bounce around small neighboring fishing communities as well as islands like Victoria and Buzios. The fallowing year I was given another 3 month assignment, but this time in the Misiones Province of Argentina. I spent most of my time in San Ignacio, Posadas, Libertad, and Iguazu. Through out my travels in South America I consistently was greeted with smiles, open arms, and shared visions of a better world.
Over the past 5 years I have travelled the country with the intentions of "finding myself." I have come to believe that truly connecting with yourself stems down to the roots of soul and the ability to love yourself. Here you learn to be quiet and listen. Here you build your character and respect for life. These photographs where taken during my travels.
The camera is a portal to many worlds. It is for the photographer to choose their destiny and explore the realms of the unknown. Light shatters, bends, and twist. Darkness can swallow and at times cradle the most fragile beauty. It is in the small things that new landscapes form and mysterious lands awaken.
In 2009, Scott began working on a body of work influenced by the relationship between humans and their surroundings. In 2010 he introduced this body of work during his first solo art exhibit under the title, SEEDS. A combination of photography, melted wax, chalk, paint, and found objects where assembled together to represent no more than his relationship with inanimate objects and the movements that assembled them. The only though behind the series was to spontaneously make decisions based upon the suns movements.
Big Chief Bryce
For most people that are not native to New Orleans, Mardi Gras can be a time to romp around“Nawlin’s” with no concern for community, tradition, or spirituality. However, since moving to New Orleans 6 year’s ago I have found the exact opposite for myself. She has showed me the magic that has been so deeply rooted here in the swampy South. I am consistently amazed at the plethora of beautiful people that weave the fabric of this community. Furthermore, I have spent my time here weary of bringing my camera out to document traditions I knew very little about. For me personally I felt it was important to commit myself to New Orleans before being able to share New Orleans. That is until this year I was invited to photography a Mardi Gras Indian. For most photographers this can be a huge opportunity to gorge their selves on exploiting the beauty of what lies behind the vibrant feathers and shimmering beads. This is primarily the reason why I have felt a responsibility not to partake in the paparazzi extravaganza. Regardless, this year was different and I humbly took this opportunity as a sign that New Orleans would share with me her soul once again. What I wasn’t prepared for was a story in heritage, motherly love, and a passage of man.