My color images are deeply personal storyboards, my connection to 21st century re-modernist culture. I can’t remember a time when I was not drawing and painting. I was born in Staten Island, New York City, and went to grammar school in Bayside, Queens. My first toys were crayons, fat pencils, watercolors, tempera paints, and special papers. When I was 10, my grandmother gave me a camera. While I continue to draw and paint, I never stopped making photographs.
I earned a BFA degree from Newark College of the arts where I majored in studio art. For a long time I made photographs, almost all black and white. But I would also draw in charcoal out of some frustration that I couldn’t do with film what Picasso had done in Guernica. With color photography, I experienced a similar frustration relative to the abstract expressionists. Still, I loved the processes of photography as much or more than painting, and perhaps a little inspired by David Hockney, I refused to give them up. Continue reading