Just a Minute

For the first couple decades of my life, I felt I had no voice. Photography gave me a voice, became my voice. Everything I feel, from the bottom of my heart to my eyeballs,

I can say with a photograph.

When exhibiting in galleries or museums, directors ask for a bio and an artist statement. Writing a bio? No problem. Writing a statement? I would think to myself, "Just look at

my work! Right there is what I have to say at this moment." I'm tempted to send in a document that reads “My work is my artist statement. Please observe.” 

Some artists enjoy composing cryptic, pseudo-intellectual essays. I challenged

someone about her pretentious statement and she offered that “it reads well.” Does it?

I do understand that a statement gives insights, so of course I eventually end

up struggling over the task for days, even weeks. My feelings won’t be hurt

if you don’t read it. 

I really love sharing my photographs. I hope people feel something. All the better if

an image spurs a challenge to their perspective.

My website is an exhibit of how I see the world. My blog indulges my compulsion to

write. I invite you to come back once a week or so to enjoy these short musings.

It will take just a minute of your time.