High Plains Drifter
Art can be an incremental process. Then there are times when, without warning, you find yourself caught in the throes of some muse’s dying, orgasmic spasm, well and truly beyond any rational explanation.
For months now, I’ve been convinced that I have yet to discover my “voice” as a photographer. Despite taking many shots I love, it seemed if I were ever to do anything truly memorable, it would be something I had not yet undertaken. In truth, there are very few, if any, new photos to be had. And I’m not sure anything I’ve ever done hasn’t been bested by a thousand other shooters out there.
I’ve suspected – knowing the inside of my head as I do – that if I ever did make that leap, it would be into something darker and more abstract. I have always found beauty in the darkness, and even as a writer I never had much use for the literal. I’m a symbolist, an impressionist, a deeply intuitive conveyor of raw emotion that hopefully works in a way that transcends the intellectual.
I may have turned a corner. I hope you enjoy this set.
Rustflower
Horse By the Road
Holy Trinity
Holy Trinity – b/w
Aprille
Paparazzo
Golden Ratio
That Crazy Machine – for Wendie Colter
winterSmith 
Wow! I love this. I haven’t been here in a while and have been catching up. I’ve missed so much. I think you’ve found your “voice” here. I love how you describe yourself as ” a symbolist, an impressionist, a deeply intuitive conveyor of raw emotion that hopefully works in a way that transcends the intellectual.” I’ve started playing with the abstract in art recently and find it gives me a freer and perhaps deeper “voice” too. I love the work of Redon, a symbolists, and think my painting will probably progress toward that. Isn’t it exciting? Exploring art and ideas this way? Your photography is truly amazing. I’m in awe.
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Many thanks. Finding yourself is a wonderful thing.
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