I am not self taught. I am haunted by pro-photographer relatives singing lullabies in tune to, "Son don't Grow Up to Be A Cowboy." And I follow my teachers' hands that grab hold with the demand to continue.
The camera clicks - with luck each photograph rewards a new connection, an unexpected point of view, a dynamic background: more stories. I review Bruegel and drift into a memory of an old couple leaning on each other as they study Camarena's 'Liberacion.' Book-wormed and tutorial binged, I grab my editing pen to burn a deeper shadow.
The world is not flat: its layered. I shoot , stack, stitch, burn and blur. A layered photograph reflecting a rich world. This camera's image is my palette. This screen is the light canvas. Each project is a series governed by light: Luxseriem. I am drawn to light. I run to catch a sun-bolt, a rain soaked wind, a snow cloud's soft glow. Looking for a skyscraper's mirrored reflections on a crowd, I circle round looking for curve forming shadows.
Struck by colour, I work to the story . I scout, wait, framing every I/3 of a second. Some spray and pray, just holding the shutter down on maximum burst. It depends on the form of conversation, for me a call and response often tells a connected story. This story is time. The event's moment, the subject's reaction, the history of the two.
For me, Canada's landscape and its multi-cultural history are a celebration. From the first families to the newest, every tradition brings more depth, a broader view, a better place. My camera explores and I discover just how much there is to experience.
My inspirations, motives, actions build this view: these photographs.
I hope the photographs show some of the beauty in our world.
Thank you for visiting.