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In recent weeks, I’ve had an opportunity for some personal reflection, specifically on my creative process. This is just one of many encounters in a life-long process of discovery. In past encounters, I’ve referred to it as an inventory, but … Continue reading
I have a closet full of matted, framed, signed, archival prints of my favorite black and white images. The surplus lingers from my days at Pyro gallery. On a related note, I need to make a move on a full-frame camera. See the connection? For a limited time, I am offering any of my square-frame black and whites for $90. I was selling them for more than twice that last year! $90 each or 3 for $225. (They look really good in groups of 3, by the way)
They are currently locked in a closet under deplorable conditions. Help me set these images free! Contact me to purchase or to view the entire collection of available images. text or call: 502-454-7204
Here is a preview of the first three images in this series:
Hidden River in Asheville, NC
Putting my work out there – It is nice to see a lot of these works out and being presented to the public. See this collection through May at Highland Coffee. Great prices!
The exciting thing about infrared photography is that I really have no way of knowing the exact outcome of the final product. For me, this is an appropriate metaphor for life itself right now. Continue reading
My first experiments with a digital infrared camera involve deliberate color interpretations and post-production panoramic composition. Success. Continue reading
As soon as I converted my first digital infrared camera, a Sony cybershot, I went straight over to Cave Hill Cemetery to see what it could do. It was the beginning of a style that allows me to bring a much more personal interpretation to the world before my eyes. Continue reading
My first solo exhibit in 1992. Images of deteriorating architecture shot with an 8×10 Deardorff field camera. The exhibit also examines the father and son relationship and includes images made by my son, Miles, who was 5 years old at the time. Continue reading