I was three years old, my uncle used to sit with me out in the backyard
at my grandmother’s house and have me scribble on a piece of paper.
He would then turn the scribbles into fanciful creatures and creations.
I think I decided at that point that being an artist was a worthy aim
in life. My mother, a painter, has always been a model for me as well.
In high school I discovered photography, and that was the beginning
of the love affair. In college I studied with Robert Heinecken, and
continued to passionately pursue the process of being in the darkroom,
watching images appear and figuring out the science and art of printing.
Somewhere in the mid 80’s life took some different directions,
and while I kept on taking pictures, I wasn’t able to return to
it fully until the mid 90’s. In 1998, I took a class from photographer
Ed Heckerman called “photo-poetics”. I credit Ed with teaching
me about “collecting” things, ideas, themes, etc. and understanding
on a much deeper level how images go together in sequences and series.
Somewhere around 2004, I said to myself that I would never get a digital
camera. Somewhere around 2005, I got one. While I still plan on working
in the darkroom from time to time, digital technology has allowed me
to explore my interest in combining images and words in a very fluid
What draws me as an artist is noticing the little details in life that
sometimes get overlooked. I find myself enticed by the thoughts that
we awaken to in the middle of the night or notice flying through our
brains when least expected. I’m moved by the human courage and
challenge and absurdities that surround me and the frequent humor that
comes from not taking myself too seriously despite my propensity to
live the “examined life”.