Some time ago an art critic in Atlanta said that I wasn't a painter but a person who thought a lot who just happened to paint. Well I don't think my photographs are turning out any different. I'm always doing things to them, trying to say some things I've been thinking about .... and at the same time violating the art form I'm using in the process. Writing on pictures, typing on pictures, just making marks on pictures .... a lot of the time without any real consistency ... just working with the moment ... what ever strikes me.
The three pictures below are examples of what I mean. They are from a time when I was running around in cemeteries a couple of years ago taking pictures and thinking a lot about how we like to know the details about murder (real or fiction) and dead people (whether we know the victims or not) and at the same time don't like to talk about death and dying but feel like we must ritually memorialize dead flesh when people we've known leave us alone to face life without them. Human beings are amazing ... walking and talking and thinking and making up stories and everything else.
Renewal 2010 - 2011
While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die. ~Leonardo Da Vinci
Woman At Gravesite with Stripe 2009 -2011
All say, "How hard it is that we have to die" - a strange complaint to come from the mouths of people who have had to live. ~Mark Twain
Cemetery Bullseye 2011
God pours life into death and death into life without a drop being spilled. ~Author Unknown
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