Young Girl with Red Stockings - Limited Edition 1 of 50 Photograph

Ever since a Pentax camera cast a powerful spell on me at the age of 17, photography/art has been both a passion and a curse. Like many other dreamers, or some say fools, only the undying belief in my work and the love of art have sustained me through the darkest days. Susanne K. Langer defined art as “the creation of perceptible forms expressive of human feeling.” This definition, although very incisive and succinct, somewhat oversimplifies what art is. People have endless discussions about what art is and about “good art” vs. “bad art.” I am no authority on art and I will not presume to define what good art is. However, as far as my art, I believe that I can. I know which pieces represent the truth of my life, my experiences, my feelings, and my perspectives. I can measure each piece to the depth of my emotions, however raw they may be, and to how I wanted to express them. If they measure up to the truth, as I know it, I would have succeeded. Life is a mysterious and formidable force that spans the entire spectrum of experiences and feelings. The beauty of life is wondrous and rewarding, but then, the pain and suffering in life, are just as intense and endless. Many succumb to them when they get to be too overwhelming. This life of mine has seemed to be a long dream -- a series of thoughts, images, and emotions occurring in a dreamlike state of mind, flowing by, moment to moment. Ultimately, the glory of human existence is to have experienced life to the fullest and to have persevered; that, in essence, is our triumph and salvation. To see the beauty ... To dream ... What more is there? Therefore, life goes on. And the dream continues ...