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Party on Damen
2005
Sometimes it’s fun to go to parties and take pictures.
Virtue in my Veins
2004
The Virtue in my Veins series is inspired by my 52-year-old father’s recent emergency open-heart surgery and the three long days my mother and I spent in the intensive care unit with him.
After the procedure, we were allowed to visit for 15 minutes every two hours, which made for a lot of waiting. During those long hours, I documented the family room and visiting experience using a camera phone. I abstracted these photographs and superimposed them upon images of my father at more vital times. I sized the images to 14×17—standard chest x-ray dimensions—then printed them on duratrans and mounted them on light boxes. These glowing, layered pieces are meant to encourage the viewer to reevaluate the complex machinery of their own bodies, and recognize the beauty of its seemingly effortless functioning—a phenomenon that cannot be taken for granted at any age.
These are the students, teachers, organizers and volunteer who make up the YMCA Educational Services New Writers’ Voices program in New Orleans, LA. Can you tell, just by looking, who are the students and who are the teachers?
Every year the 1,000 friends and neighbors of the village of Utica, IL put on a pot of coffee, unlock the back door and invite thousands of day trippers to call themselves neighbors for a day.
The images and words that comprise this photo-essay are the work of a year of travel, photography and interviews with residents in nursing homes and assisted living facilities. Dozens of older people across the country let me into their lives and memories and trusted me to share them. In order to represent the texture of their stories and experiences, I chose to process my photographs using a combination of letterpress and encaustic techniques. First, I created gelatin silver prints, then digitized the images and printed them on heavyweight watercolor paper. I then hand-set antique letterpress type below each photograph and mounted the piece to raw hand-stretched canvas and used beeswax, tinted with crayons, to bind and seal the work as a whole.
The collection is meant to be suspended from the ceiling to allow for subtle movement. Each piece is wired with speaker wire and a small speaker that transmits audio clips from the interviews—if you listen carefully you can hear each person speak their quotation. My hope is that somewhere in this collection of images and voices, one will speak to the viewer and spark a memory of the strong hearts and strong hands that have been part of their life.
These images are a collection of some random photography I’ve done. I am available for photojournalist-style wedding photography. If you’re interested, please email.
From the middle of the Navajo reservation, the sky seems bigger, there are more packs of wild dogs, and then there’s something called fry bread: the images of a full-length travelogue of a roadtrip from Chicago to the wild west.
Left of the Middle II
Same thing, just more of it.
Tybee, truck stops, Acrylic Roosters & so much more…
A meeting of old friends on a beachy island on the right coast is nothing like High School Reunion, but good times abound, all the same. When the beach house comes with a carousel horse, you can’t go wrong.
Same thing, just more of it.