About

Art is a living thing, a living organism that dwells inside of us at the very core of who and what we are. When we create art, true art, we leave ourselves exposed and vulnerable on the page, or the canvas, or in the picture. We are splayed on a table with our chest cut open and the beating heart thrumming. This is the nature of art. You can’t make it without giving of yourself.
I am not a photographer. Being called a photographer implies I have an educated background in photography composition and all that. No, I’m not a photographer. I’m an artist.
Using a camera doesn’t make you a photographer and more than using a pen makes you a writer. A camera is an implement. A tool. i’m just an artist using the tools at my disposal to do something that I think is far more interesting than “taking pictures.” It’s direct, but vague. What do I do?
I create worlds. I tell stories.
My work is a part of me in the way I described earlier. Every image, from the simplest to the most extravagant setups, originated as an idea or an emotion or a dream. It’s all a part of who I am. My genetic makeup isn’t DNA. It’s thought and form, dreams and nightmares. My art is about evoking an emotion or a thought. It’s about telling the story or displaying a feeling. It’s never about “pretty.”
While the finished product might be beautiful as often as it’s grotesque, it will never simply be “pretty.” If pretty is all you see, then you’re missing the point. Pretty is some other guy without the vision to produce more than snapshots and beautiful faces. I’ll take disturbing, scary, disgusting or even offensive before I want to hear “that’s pretty.”
Feel something in the things I’ve shown you. Look behind the flesh into the details. They’re always there for you to see. There is meaning and depth in everything, every aspect, and a story seen in every set of eyes. My story will be different than yours, but that’s exactly the point.
My work can be offensive. My work can be incredibly intense and downright disturbing at times. That’s exactly what I want. Many pretentious photographers offer no explanation and no view into what or why they do what they do. “Blah blah blah, my work speaks for itself.” It SHOULD speak for itself. If your work isn’t saying anything to the audience than neither are you.
As for why I do it? I don’t have any choice.
“I do not think of these things. I am possessed by them.”
I started doing all of this to feed some desire to keep creating. A long time ago in a land far far away, there was this guy, and that guy was a little crazy, and that guy was me. Creation became obsession. Obsession became dependency. Dependency became revelation. And now I’m a conduit for whatever my work is becoming as someone, somewhere, tries to tell me something. My work is the message. My work is the story. And the story is everything.
I want you to witness.
So now I say….On with the show.

Art is a living thing, a living organism that dwells inside of us at the very core of who and what we are. When we create art, true art, we leave ourselves exposed and vulnerable on the page, or the canvas, or in the picture. We are splayed on a table with our chest cut open and the beating heart thrumming. This is the nature of art. You can’t make it without giving of yourself.

I am not a photographer. Being called a photographer implies I have an educated background in photography composition and all that. No, I’m not a photographer. I’m an artist.

Using a camera doesn’t make you a photographer and more than using a pen makes you a writer. A camera is an implement. A tool. I’m just an artist using the tools at my disposal to do something that I think is far more interesting than “taking pictures.” It’s a direct sentiment, with vague edges. What do I do?

I create worlds. I tell stories.

My work is a part of me in the way I described earlier. Every image, from the simplest to the most extravagant setups, originated as an idea or an emotion or a dream. It’s all a part of who I am. My genetic makeup isn’t DNA. It’s thought and form, dreams and nightmares. My art is about evoking an emotion or a thought. It’s about telling the story or displaying a feeling. It’s never about “pretty.”

While the finished product might be beautiful as often as it’s grotesque, it will never simply be “pretty.” If pretty is all you see, then you’re missing the point. Pretty is some other guy without the vision to produce more than snapshots and beautiful faces. I’ll take disturbing, scary, disgusting or even offensive before I want to hear “that’s pretty.”

Feel something in the things I’ve shown you. Look behind the flesh into the details. They’re always there for you to see. There is meaning and depth in everything, every aspect, and a story seen in every set of eyes. My story will be different than yours, but that’s exactly the point.

My work can be offensive. My work can be incredibly intense and downright disturbing at times. That’s exactly what I want. Many pretentious photographers offer no explanation and no view into what or why they do what they do. “Blah blah blah, my work speaks for itself.” It SHOULD speak for itself. If your work isn’t saying anything to the audience than neither are you.

As for why I do it? I don’t have any choice.

“I do not think of these things. I am possessed by them.”

I started doing all of this to feed some desire to keep creating. A long time ago in a land far far away, there was this guy, and that guy was a little crazy, and that guy was me. Creation became obsession. Obsession became dependency. Dependency became revelation. And now I’m a conduit for whatever my work is becoming as someone, somewhere, tries to tell me something. My work is the message. My work is the story. And the story is everything.

I want you to witness.

So now I say…On with the show.