The Tulips Over, 2019, Archival Digital Print
I like all the value changes within this image I found yesterday walking back from the studio. Those decapitated stems were defiant having fulfilled their bulbs’ spring mission. As they leave the stage the Lilies-of-the-Valley come on board.
The First Lilies-of-the-Valley, 2019, Archival Digital Print
And thus we have the start to summer
Bridge in the Mist, 2019, Archival Digital Print
The magic and miracle of photography, the camera, the eye into reality, never fails to intrigue me. It introduces all the questions about reality, position, place, and the documentation of time that Painting can only hint at.
As I frequently address, all photographs by their nature are in our history, situated absolutely in the past. Photography automatically arouses nostalgia that painting cannot do without seeming maudlin, cloying or merely illustrative. The photograph holds this unique place as no other art form can. I wonder why this feature is so rarely addressed.
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