A History of Staring at Ceilings

For my entire life reaching as far back as I can remember, which varies at times in range, from perhaps the age of three or four and up, and occasionally even earlier, to those times before the acquisition of language, before the capacity to name.

I have distinct and specific memories of lying on the couch, or a bed for one reason or another: perhaps having been told to take a nap, or as an adult choosing to take a break, perhaps feeling depressed or sick, and other times savoring the beauty, the simple beauty of light as it fell through the window, or from a light on the ceiling, as it met the corner of the room, and sometimes the window.

These moments have always and still do contain an entire universe of possible emotions, a sense of deep connection to all that is; this deep feeling of potential, and at the same time a deep anxiety at the possibility of missed potential, missed opportunity.

I realize I still have that same exact set of feelings now.

The feelings vary; sometimes anxiety, sometimes joy, sometimes anticipation, the full range of human emotions.

My work arises from a desire to understand the ongoing stream of felt experiences along the full emotional continuum. This occurs via direct experiential processing, an ongoing , intuitive development of a visual photographic vocabulary.

This lexicon seeks to make visible the invisible: what do we see and how does it impact us and how are we in relationship to it?

It confronts the fundamental reality of suffering; our confusions about connection and disconnection.

My work seeks meet our experiences of suffering with an authentic wrestling with the right kind of problems; that is, those which ask questions, the asking of which and the attempts at answering have deep and consequential meaning that continue to generate profound meaning in our lives.

The work seeks to alleviate existential suffering by offering moments of contemplation of beauty and connection even in some of the most unusual places.

It’s seeks to help us turn and face our fears rather than run from them. The images arrive from a desire to find places of connection rather than being caught and confused by apparent separations encountered in every day reality.

Sky’s the Limit

Sometimes it’s just about trusting that impulse and making the frame work and letting go of whatever you thought you were doing.

When we can tune into the subtle impulses and sensations in the body and mind…we can make images that surprise.

It’s not about hunting but discovering.

Exhale- let go. What do you feel? Wait. What else?

What have discovered lately?


Cliff Lake Superior 

Cliff Bayfield County, Lake Superior, WI June 2017

Birch Trees on Cliff Side

Birch Trees on Cliff Side, Bayfield Country, Lake Superior, WI, June 2017 

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Photo of the Day 4.22.17

I love to make photos in art museums. I shoot there a lot for a project I’m working on. 

But this photo has been a pleasant surprise on several levels. Partly metaphorical. 

I was first drawn to the young woman with her high slit skirts, elegance and cell phone. Here she was in the gorgeous space, completely absorbed in her device.

But then…

Two ladies came down the stairs. Moving slowly. Clutching the rail. Step by step. 

Suddenly it struck me. After one lady had already descended the staircase…

They are thoughts in each other’s imaginations. Dreams of the past. Fears for the future. 

The older woman is the future of the young one. But she doesn’t see her, absorbed as she is in her phone. She’s in the unconscious. The shadow.

But also for the older lady, the young one may be in part that youth and it’s conceits left behind. She recalls perhaps what it was like to be that young woman on the bench. Svelte in the body. And who knows what else?

She’s my mother, my long deceased aunt of such grace, she my own future too. 

Is she wisdom or frightening vulnerability of age?

It’s all just a narrative. My medial network I know. Spinning a story. But what an interesting and rich juxtaposition.

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