Los Angeles, California. Jan. 2005
A reaction to big city living...or dying.
So many things can go wrong in this place. I am afraid. Do I have cause?
I know I have no constant, direct reason. Besides being burglar-ized three times in twenty three years. And being held-up on my own street once.
It's 'Anything-Can-Happen Day'( as they used to say on the Mickey Mouse Club when I was growing up in the innocent, early sixties.)I came to realize,a while back, that the city was having a significant affect on my psyche. Or maybe all those 'monster movies' on late Saturday nights, when I was young, were finally kicking back......No...it is definitely the city. A person with my creative imagination has to be very careful what
he allows himself to 'latch-on' to. I'm so glad I created this peice! I feel much better now!
The image expressions that follow are a testament to the commitment I've been striving for to express my life. Without these 'expressive links' , the fight to live creatively is lost to mediocrity.Explore your links to creativity and so to the life source. Statement The following institutes and schools:Brooks Institute of PhotographyAcademy of Art, San FranciscoNew York Film AcademyAmerican Academy of Art - ChicagoThe New England Institute of Art - BostonInternational Academy of Design & Technology - SeattleThe Art Institute of Vancouver Vancouver have nothing to do with me.Yes, Ive had some schooling -some college and a smattering ofart and life drawing workshops but I am, by and large, self-taught.Through reading, research and observation I haveand will continue to learn the lawsof form, function, color and proportion.All of my technical understanding of cameras, computers and software has beenlearned through documentation and by persistent trial and error.The evolution of my creative self has been anendeavor of self discovery. Denial and the taking for granted of my given gifts were part of that process.I am now, however, on a continuing journeyfilling my life with the passion of the visual.Without the ongoing search of my artistic naturethe voice is vanquished and the life ends.