For decades, I boxed myself in artistically, believing myself to be “a writer.” Apparently, there’s a lot more to it.
According to my friend Colin, my living room “is like a lot of Cornell boxes, only without the boxes.” I bower-bird found objects into patterns pleasing to my mind and heart and eye. I live surrounded by art, nearly every breath.
I paint people with woad. I notice things, and take photos of them. Sometimes I take photos of people I have painted with woad. I make little installations and altars everywhere.
I started taking photos with some seriousness in 2014. In 2016, I made myself a SmugMug page and started putting pictures in organized galleries there, instead of just posting them on Facebook. I have grandiose dreams of setting those galleries up so people can purchase my photos, but I haven’t quite lined up all the ducks.