26
May
13

The colors, sights, and sounds of the South

I just returned from working in a region of the U.S. that I haven’t visited in decades – in fact, not since I was a small child. The South; specifically, Georgia and the state in which I was born – South Carolina. The people are welcoming and hospitable in a way that is synonymous with, and can only be described as being “southern.”

A world of screened-in porches, fried green tomatoes, and kind-hearted people who always have time for a story and a laugh.

A place where conversation and low-country cooking are art forms of a by-gone era: both created and tended with an ingredient so refined and vital that it cannot be imitated or faked  – Time.

In the south, people are serious about their history, church music, pride, and sweet tea. These are people, and this is a place, that I have to return to visit again very soon.

“These are the quicksilver moments of my childhood I cannot remember entirely. Irresistible and emblematic, I can recall them only in fragments and shivers of the heart.”  Pat Conroy, The Prince of Tides

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20
Mar
12

Then and Now continues

Then and Now has been an ongoing collection. Kids that I had photographed years ago – now reappearing as adults. Grown. Experienced. Changed. LIfe and time tell the story.

A recent update

Kelly. I first photographed him in his days of adolescence, acting, football, and yes, blonde spiked hair. Thirteen years later  in San Francisco: The artist. Finding his way and exploring his love of art. As with all of us, the years and life have changed him somewhat – but the laugh, perhaps a bit more reserved, that is the same. He paints the way he lives; with passion and without regret. A gentle and kind soul with a lifetime  – perhaps even several – of stories and experience.

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13
Jul
11

the art of death

I have become a bit fascinated with visuals that have been chosen to be the markers of life. Often simple, mostly dignified, sometimes ornate and on occasion . . . confusing. I  am enthralled with the talents of those individuals to whom the tasks of creating the visual memorial have been be given. They seek (or have sought) to create the emotion of a person’s entire life in a three dimensional form.

Like all art, I suppose the meaning and connection is in the personal interpretation of the viewer.  I would like to think that the art is a statement about the person who is to be remembered – and I imagine that in some way, years and years later, they will continue to be remembered in the art that is left behind.

The Zentralfriedhof of Vienna. An enormous place that is the final resting place for  the famous and the common: all significant and all remembered, by someone. Today, every day, and for hundreds of years.

Emotion in stone:

The famous:

Sometimes – the name stands alone:

Sometimes: artistic interpretations as  statements of life

and sometimes, it is a pair of lantern holding dwarfs as guides for the door to eternity:

29
Jun
11

czech the light

Prague:

Historic, beautiful, surreal. Light reflected in the water, through a window, or in the eyes of the Czech people. Everywhere it shines, it is beautiful.