After high school, it was a toss-up whether to pursue a career in illustration or photography. Illustration was the more imaginative, self-expressive route, and I felt had a lot to say. Photography was also the more expensive route, since we were still using film, not to mention the toxic chemicals. Then my Pentax K1000 was stolen.
Following an accident in 2009, coupled with the downturn in publishing and the advent of digital cameras, I began revisiting my old love, through mundane, natural and urban surroundings. Flowers were the first thing, and I became like a bee, zooming in closer and closer… Digital doesn’t allow for mysterious accidents like film, but it has it’s advantages. Something nice about being a passive observer of that which typically goes unnoticed.
I also belong to an Fbook group/movement called Involuntary Painting (and Involuntary Sculpture), started by artist/poet Paul Conneally and artist/art critic Millree Hughes. We take pictures of what could be mistaken (by aliens) as modern art. It has become quite an addiction, as you shall see.
Any of the works herein can be made into prints, so feel free to inquire.