PORTFOLIO THIS WORLD IS BUT A CANVAS TO OUR IMAGINATION. ~ HENRY DAVID THOREAU
My collages invite you into a wonderful world of color and motion, merging discord with harmony, often inspired by the throbbing tempo of jazz and rock that continuously vibrates my studio. These complex compositions are hand done and boldly created in brilliant Fauve colors, linear but always casual and fluid. I really appreciate the process of finding and collecting precious ephemeral artifacts. People often ask me how I can cut up old books and papers, that it is destructive, but believe it is the opposite; it is to cherish something so much that you need create with it. Like a good guitar soloist improvising on a well-known melody, I try to get my viewers to see familiar objects in a new way, by fine tuning the lines and forms. The completed works emit a raw energy that is contained only by the medium of collage: Random pieces of paper, determined soley by my vision, put together to create these strangely unique images. They are like fires made of geometrical shapes that have the power, phoenix-like, to create life.
As for my photography, accidental or otherwise, my enthusiasm and joy of travel and exploration spills from frame to frame. Enough said.
WW2 LETTERS OF PVT MELVIN JOHNSON
“Heroes are often the most ordinary of men.” This quote, by Henry David Thoreau eloquently epitomizes my grandfather and so many like him that left the familiar behind as ordinary men and women, and sacrificed greatly, sometimes everything on foreign soil to become uncommon heroes. From Utah Beach, to Cherbourg, through hedgerows and mud, through French cities like Laval, La Haye du Puits, Mantes-Gassicourt, and Luneville, the 79th Infantry Division and my grandfather cut a wide swath through France. These are his letters as he fought across France.
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FOLIE A PLUSIEURS
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!
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