“KINSEY” portfolio in the works featured on Phosmag: KINSEY at Phosmag “Kinsey is an ongoing series of hand-pulled photo etchings and photographs made at an abandoned, pre-Prohibition whiskey distillery and industrial warehouse park. The sight lies within a 10-mile emergency planning zone of the Limerick Nuclear Generation Facility in Limerick, Pennsylvania. I’m drawn to the […]
Happy to have donated a copy of “Trying to Find the Ocean” to the recently inaugurated Urbanautica Institute, under the command of curator, editor and art director at large – Steve Bisson. U.I. has opened its doors in Asolo, Italy (just north of Venice), where Steve has transitioned his excellent art journal into a dedicated […]
Returning to Bucks County work from a decade and more past. Conscious of my home region’s changing landscape resulting from encroaching suburban sprawl, I applied an edit to my first attempt at a leporello book.
Nearly 2 decades have gone by, as was somewhat intentional, without paying much attention to this contained photographic work. The overarching theme, which I used these cameras to achieve (and a couple others), was a depiction of my home region of Bucks County, Pennsylvania and its changing landscape . . . . a vanishing rural […]
Signed copies of a musing from the rocking dock are now available at Dashwood Books, NYC. Look/Purchase
Pleased to be featured in the Spain printing house La Imprenta’s 2017 “Hello Photography” calendar for the month of August.
March 14, 2017 – 11:48 pm
View from kitchen Window this morning . . . daylight savings time succeeded by 12 inches of hard snow.
An 8-month hiatus from the printmaking studio was a bit too long. Happy to get back to etching plates. This photo etching here, originally photographed in Costa da Caparica (Portugal) in the Fall, proved difficult in transposing to a plate. Rather than trash, I overpainted it with watercolor. Food for thought moving forward.
December 30, 2016 – 5:18 am
Inherent sadness in the church bell tonight. Walking down Pond Road. Twilight in the puddles and the ravine on the dead leaves. Ambling along the mire, the crunch of stone and slush under my shoes, I stop to make a few pictures, pushing the ISO to a higher grain. Rain drops. Ice begins to patter […]