After years upon years of delving into one artistic medium then another and eventually becoming discontent with each one, I was serendipitously introduced to photography some time in 1997. As an artist I fell in love. It was everything I wanted as a means of expressing myself and it worked more effectively than any other medium in introducing the viewer to the way I perceived our surroundings. Most importantly though the process was as close to perfect for me as I had found, and the process is what art is all about for me. Yes, I enjoy looking at finished pieces and yes I am proud that I have finished work; but ask any artist and they will tell you that the sweet, intoxicating, addictive part about their art; the thing they can't live without, is in the making.
Feeling as if I alone had discovered the world's greatest treasure I threw myself headlong into the practice. In the beginning I remember feeling as if I had a view finder permanently strapped across my eyes, nearly driving off the road several times just to get another glimpse of whatever it was that had caught my attention. The idea of being able to immediately capture the thousands of things that passed me by on a daily basis appealed to my impatience. And so I was hooked.
The images on this website are simply a collection of the best that I have made. Obviously I work with themes and ideas within a series but in lieu of an obnoxiously long statement it's sufficient to say that I enjoy showing people what they may not readily see on a daily basis. I like to present our fast-paced world with an image that hopefully makes the viewer slow down and say, Hey, I never realized that this ugly old thing could be beautiful not only for what it is but for what it was once; that art is not only about the immediate image in front of you and not even the object itself, but rather about what it might have been; the lives that happened aroud it and collectivley shaped it into what it is today. To show the textures of rust or flaking paint not for what they are literally but as the current state of an ongoing story of an object that has stood witness to all the trials and emotions of life. A house that has seen a bride carried over the threshold, a baby's first steps, and possibly that baby's last breath as an old man. A car that may have been some poor soul's demise or the vehicle by which he discovered the world...or both.
When most people see my work for the first time they comment on the colors and the textures. While this is in fact exaclty what I see in my work that I love, to me the colors are those of emotion and the textures are of those of a ghost. My photographs on the surface are pictures of houses and cars, but if you dig a little deeper you will see that my photographs are about life.