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My work is about revealing an interpenetrating world.
To that end, I use no manipulation whatsoever.
I work with single-use and iPhone cameras because their limitations give me what I want,
images that are close to the way our minds work.
I want to encourage in myself and in others a kind of perception that leads to deeper reflection, which in turn leads to thinking about what matters personally and socially.
Siren . Olot, Spain . 2011
Wall . Granada, Spain . 2011
Tepozlan hand . Tepozlan, Mexico . 2013
Radiant . Los Angeles . 2014
Bikini . New York City . 2015
Bikini - detail
Stream . San Miguel de Allende . 2001
Tutu . New York City . 2014
The Weird sisters . New York City . 2014
Tightrope . Barcelona, Spain . 2011
Splendor . San Miguel de Allende . 1999
Orchard . Madrid, Spain . 2015
The hand that lays upon . Los Angeles . 2012
Mortal . Barcelona, Spain . 2011
Archaïc . Los Angeles . 2015
Chandelier . Los Angeles . 2016
Encounter . Los Angeles . 2015
Mountain . Lofoten, Norway . 2002
Ventura . Sherman Oaks . 2014
Ventura - detail
Amphora . San Miguel de Allende . 1999
Cuesta . San Miguel de Allende . 2008
Still, Life . Madrid . 2015
Synapse . San Miguel de Allende . 2009
New Works: from City of Shrines: Los Angeles
Pumping Iron . Los Angeles
Toys . Los Angeles
Need . Los Angeles
Ticket Booth . Los Angeles
We hang what we love . Los Angeles
New images taken in Los Angeles during the year of the pandemic, from the book I’ve Been Walking
Almost all the Los Angeles Museums had closed, and The Getty Museum would close the next day.
For a while I walked through Los Angeles’ empty streets, seeing mostly what was desolate.
Then I started to see a poetry that I hadn’t always seen in more populated times.
And the light kept changing.
I became fascinated by two buildings close to where I live in Downtown Los Angeles. One was the abandoned L.A. Times, the other was CalTrans headquarters. Both have niches along their outside walls that hold faded photographs. I stood in front of these at various hours of
the day, choosing a detail and letting what was behind me enter the frame.
Sometimes I drive to Point Fermin, the southernmost point of Los Angeles County.
Sometimes I drive to the north of the County, as here in Green Valley.
And I hope and despair, with both in my lens. August, 2020