“Here is a photographer who thinks in book form—not as an afterthought, but in premeditated defiance of the slipperiness of truth and facts, working toward a physical object that is not just a testimony to what he witnesses, but a tactile experience that acts as a metaphor for the subject matter itself, including a series of abstract images of textured surfaces, like the veins of gold in a rock face, and a close-up of the cracked skin of a miner’s fingertips squeezing gold from a watery mercury amalgam.” – Rita Leistner