I decided to abandon commercial photography. I decided to paint only for myself. I have navigated the water of the ‘gallery’ scene. If pursued I would have been successful. There would have been price to pay however and I was not willing to pay the fare. That piece of my soul. So I make a living as a farmer and a dog trainer. It is a good life full of good people. Farmers don’t give a hoot if your pumpkins are bigger than theirs of if your sheep wins at the country fair. You chew on a piece of hay and discuss grain prices.
So I began a photographic project. ‘Things that will Go Away’ as mentioned in my first post. The objects I have photographed to date are family items with sentimental meaning if only to me. They are bits and leftovers left behind by aunt’s and uncle’s, grandmother and grandfather dropped in tins, boxes, and jars all of which came into my possession through the usual means: death. Loved ones have gone away and left behind these trinkets of no significance.
The photographs are mostly random. What I find is what you see. The photographic manipulation is simply a painterly sort. Colors and textures layered perhaps as if you are looking through a time glass into the past.