My passion for photography can be traced back to the late 1980s when my oldest sister loaned me my first camera with the proviso that if I ever didn’t need it, she would take it back. I still have that camera today.
I create in black and white. This strips down reality to essence: to form, via light and shadow. I’d love to work in color, but color often confounds me–maybe someday. I see a pattern emerging in that my current unshown work is somewhat of a departure from past work: strictures about composition, sharpness, and full tonal ranges hold much less sway. I find myself now inexorably drawn to subtle compositions, the aesthetic quality of the blurring of out of focus areas (Bokeh, from the Japanese), and of inky black and detail-less areas of white. It is not the only way to create art. It is one way.
If I were to take you down a philosophical rabbit hole, I’d say that photography is an existential need for me. It is both a way for me to express my will to create, and it is a deep-seated attempt to fix a moment in time; to fix, however momentarily, the inevitable passage of days.
Thank you for looking.