At 14 years of age, I knew
that I was destined to be a fine art photographer.
While living in Rochester,
NY, I stumbled across an old building associated with George Eastman, which
led to my reading of his
biography. Before I even completed the book, I knew that I was going to be a
photographer and for the
next 10 years, photography was my complete existence. If I wasn’t taking
pictures
or in the darkroom, I
would spend countless hours looking at every book and image I could find. There
was
nothing in my life except
photography.
Even at this early age I
found myself drawn to a particular style of image, one that would literally
cause a
physical reaction in me.
They were dark images created by Adams, Weston, Bullock and others. I
knew that I was destined
to create such images.
I am often asked, “Why
black and white?” I think it’s because I grew up in a black-and-white world.
Television, movies and the
news were all in black and white. My heroes were in black and white and even
the
nation was segregated into black and white. My images are an extension
of the world in which I grew up.
An important early
influence in my life and my art was the poem “Invictus” by William Ernest
Henley.
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