The Other Universe

At the age of 15, I decided that I wanted to be an artist and never looked back (much). I started out in documentary photography, street photography, people, any small thing that caught my eye from pocket lint to the earth at my feet to everyday life wherever I may roam. It goes back to the basics of my artist statement in which I say that I want to be able to show the world to the world.

But about 10 years ago, I started to see things in an abstract way. I had never been much (and am largely still not) a fan of Abstract Expressionists like Pollock and De Kooning and I like to tell people that I got wanged on the head and started seeing everything in strange new ways. But it has really been an effort to express a complexity of emotion or strength of feeling that I felt I could no longer convey with straight photography. And while I’m not willing to burn a lot of energy trying to appreciate the manifestations of Abstract Expressionism, I connect and work in a world of its reasons and rationale.

Abstract photography for me exists in a different universe from straight fine art photography, a wholly different process of the brain. Abstraction is more like painting in that I start with a feeling and add layers of photographic image, lifting elements, letting elements bleed and recede until I feel like the idea has been achieved. Conversely, straight photography is pure (ish) observation of life. The photographer discriminates between information; elevating details and leaving others behind, ultimately directing our gaze to a subject. With black and white images particularly, it is the play and mechanics of light and shadow telling a story. Still, for me, it is observation translated, more than existing as something that bursts or bleeds from within.

So now, having spent a long while now in one universe, it seems strange to find myself once again, charmed by that cool photographic eye. I’m revving up to a new series that ties, hopefully, both of the worlds together. For the moment, I am looking…

Did I get wanged on the head again?