Painted by the Elements
Anyone can point a digital camera or cell phone at something and get a “pretty good picture”. But that does not make art. Art comes from deep inside and the techniques used to relate your vision. When I was five my mother sat me on the couch, played classical music and told me that if I closed my eyes I could “see” the music. I did, and I did. That experience birthed my belief that it’s not what you look at, it’s what you see that makes art.
So photography is my “brush and canvas” with which to render my “vision” of what lies before me, and to choreograph the three-partnered dance between my creative soul, my lens, and the subject. In short, I seek to capture and interpret life’s visual symphonies, one click at a time.
It’s not a group of trees; it’s their movement, strength, balance and grace. It’s not a body of water; it’s layers of texture and color in sand or shoreline, water and sky, or in the reflections of trees and sky on the water’s surface. It’s not a person in a studio; it’s her energy, personality or charisma, or her interaction with another, real or imagined. It’s not peeling paint on a surface; its an abstract revelation amongst decay framed by a camera lens. It’s not buildings; it’s an interaction of geometric shapes, forms and colors.
Often I portray “mulitidimentionality” – a concept that things in the natural and human-made world, and life itself, exist on more than one level. I often do this by making multiple shots of the same subject which I merge in-camera into a single image; by shooting reflections joining or contrasting two or more objects in different planes or spaces; or by photographing layers of texture, form or color.
I work nearly exclusively within the camera, with very little software processing (other than subtle adjustments to brightness, contrast and color saturation). My work is created by what I see, how it “speaks” to me, and the in-camera and compositional techniques I employ to create the work and present it to the viewer.
Contemplation at the Pond
Lake Champlain from Charlotte
Contemplating Trees in Fall