"The only good things to come out of that inauguration were the marches all over the country the day after, millions of people taking to the streets of their own free will, most of them women, packed in tight, lots of pink hats, lots of signage, earnest, vulgar, witty, a few brilliant ("Take your broken heart and make it art"), and all of it rather civil and good-humored. That's the great America I grew up in. It's still here."
"One can travel the world and see nothing. To achieve understanding, it is not necessary to see many things, but to look hard at what you see." -Morandi
These pictures are from an ongoing study concerning methods of pictorial construction, color and the human figure.
This collection of portraits is done mostly with graphite. I am after a likeness in this work. I am also trying to express something about who the subject is. I find this pursuit infinitely challenging as well as immensely rewarding, one that plunges into what it is to share the human experience.
This is a body of photographs made on the 75th anniversary of Gandhi's Salt March. For 25 days, a group of delegates walked in Gandhi's footsteps, retracing his steps through the Indian state of Gujarat.
The bulk of my classical training took place at the Aegean Center for the Arts in Paros, Greece and Pistoia, Italy. Between 2007 and 2009, I studied with John and Jane Pack as well as Jeffrey and Liz Carson. It was in this program that I caught a glimpse into Classical and Renaissance thought and expression. I also saw with greater clarity how little I knew. Below, there is a short video about the Italian Session at the Aegean Center.
When I returned to the states I wanted to improve my drawing. I attended classes at the Art Students League and Grand Central Academy. Although not a full time student, I took classes at night and on weekends. I studied from Bargue plates, in the cast hall and from the figure. Here are a few pieces made during this time.
These photographs were made along a motorcycle odyssey across Canada and the US. I rode alone with a Leica M3 for about a month and a half. I was never truly alone, however. My old bike had a lot of mechanical problems along the way. This meant that I broke down several times, stayed in places and met some marvelous people. On one occasion, a black bear woke me up by sniffing along the outside of my tarp. These encounters kept me company.
These photographs were made at an anti-war rally in NYC at the beginning of the Iraq War after 9/11, a war that many considered an illegal occupation.
Here are some drawings pulled from sketchbooks from over the years. Sketchbooks are a great way for me to visually explore ideas, to make shorthand notations of them and sometimes, to make developed pictures. This practice, over the years, has helped me better understand what it is that I am interested in.