The quality of light in early morning or late afternoon winter months is more vibrant and crisp. Shorter days with a higher quality of light. Richer sky blues, golden hued rays of sun. Living in Medford I’ve learned to explore the surroundings, jumping into my car when the light is right. Condon Shell is located along Mystic River in Medford Massachusetts only a couple minutes from my studio. The mural on the shell is entitled “Music of the Mystic” and painted by the Tufts University Class of 2005. It was designed by Yetti Frenkel.
Walking the Beach: The Anti-Tourist, The Anti-Vacation
It’s November and I’m walking the beach in Italy. All destinations are closed. The only movement is the intermittent stray who strolls the sand for solace, the opposite pole of the crowd-seeking tourist. These solitary figures reside in the area, unlike me – the anti-tourist.
I find beauty in the abandoned, the left and forgotten. Allow me to view the shell without its adornment, the stringed lights unlit, the lost shoe. It is in these empty spaces that narrative abides. The boat overturned, the painted white tent poles that contained vendors of food, the empty seats and barren sands. Short stories are housed within each moment, a populace that expands within the space and its imagination.
Swimmers, bathers, vacationers en masse. They are all there for me. But in my time they come and go, there is no wait and I have it all to myself.
Color negative film scans from 2012 trip to New York City during the first anniversary of 9-11.
McPictures. I was thinking about what is the most obvious thing about America as you drive down the highway: McDonald’s. I love the golden arches and the American flag. It’s beautiful corporate culture. Then there is the Shamrock Shake and the Drive THRU. Don’t forget the sign for the McBites. I’m thinking someone ought to put together a McDictionary so that all of the words are beautifully defined.
Cowboys and Indians are a large part of the American legend and both cultures are striving to be alive while holding on to a past. These rituals and traditions, although opposing, share many commonalities. In 2005 I photographed a powwow at the Pine Ridge Indian Reservation of South Dakota. Then in 2010 I had the opportunity to cover the Bull Riding Finals in Arkansas. What interested me was not the spectacle, i.e. what was happening in the main ring, but what was happening behind the scenes – preparatory to and alongside. Here one could see the prayers, contemplations, details and connections.
It wasn’t until much later that I brought the two sets of images together. It was in this juxtaposition that that sought “resonance” and sizzle of energy started to occur. Here two cultures crackled with life. The past came too. Two beautiful cultures side by side and you fill the void. I am not a photographer of cowboys and Indians. I had only this brief opportunity at two similar events.
I found myself driving through the south of Italy and veering off the highway when the sun got good. Often I would find a door to my liking. My favorite door is the blue/brown one. It’s the blue and brown together and the age. Everything has age in Italy and the doors are no exception. In Japan we might call this wabi-sabi. The red door is off its hinge and this makes it even better. In fact 10 minutes after I photographed the door a couple of guys drove up and boarded it up! Imagine, the door was probably off its hinge for quite some time. I nicknamed this portion of the trip, “di porta in porta” which is Italian for “from door to door.”
The untitled photograph chosen for the exhibition RED at the Cambridge Art Association (top above image) is from a series of pictures taken on road trips in the U.S. This particular photograph was taken in the summer of 2011 in a small town of Montana. It is essentially mondrian (used as an adjective). It’s geometric design of straight lines and squares, reds and blues are a throw back to the modernist painter Piet Mondrian. However what makes it photographic is the shadow shape which dominates the vertical, photography being about shadow and light.
When captured it was not preconceived in relation to past works of art. It was instead a distillation of a search. I was searching for “nothingness” in a small town. I wanted to find something in nothing and when I captured this I knew I had found it!
The other 3 images above were taken just this November of 2011 while in Italy. Again I was soooooooo mondrian.
Broom and Shadow
For a short period of time my large-scale images from The Art Complex Museum solo summer exhibition will be on display at Rolly-Michaux Gallery of Boston. The gallery is located at 290 Dartmouth Street in the Vendome Building, between Newbury Street and Commonwealth Avenue, and is open Tuesday through Saturday 11 to 5.
I’m very happy to announce that The Art Complex Museum is acquiring Shinto Shadows and Castle Reflection for their permanent museum collection. This large scale photographs were taken in Kyoto Japan and were featured in a solo exhibition there during this past summer. For a short period of time both pieces, along with the other images from the museum show, will be on display at Rolly-Michaux Gallery located at 290 Dartmouth Street in Boston.
This is a series of diptychs made with fujifilm instax wide film. I’ve been hauling around my instax 210 camera at times and taking shots along side with my other camera. At times these pictures are more exciting and moving then my other pictures. In this scenario this was definitely the case. The film provides a present-time nostalgia that worked well with the old bridge in Turner Falls Massachusetts.