I don’t know if it is good or bad but I have a natural insatiable drive to ferret out truth wherever it may be. It’s not easy. Human beings are naturally driven to assign meaning to all things, even ones that are truly meaningless – and this force is what really drives us in general. For me, however, truth has been the overriding drive, which has led to more than a little discomfort and sadness. Continue reading
The greatest certainty of life is that it is self-limiting.
This always happens around my birthday… The first time was when I turned four years old. Yes, you read that correctly, my existential quest began when I turned 4. It seems clear that I was born for this job, doesn’t it?
It was then that I first began contemplating the meaning of our existence and what it meant to have lived for 4 whole years already. On my fourth birthday I also realized – for the first time – that those numbers weren’t just counting up from the beginning of my existence; they were also counting down to its end. Continue reading
Sometime this afternoon, The Feral Life arrived via UPS – well packaged – from its exhibition at the Center For Fine Art Photography. I’ve been a bit overwhelmed with my sister being in the hospital and having to take care of the farm while she is gone. I didn’t even notice its arrival.
The Center did a good job of matting and framing. My only problem now is that I’m really out of room for my personal collection (as you can see) and I’m going to have to do something with some of these works. At any rate I specified double matting and heavy UV plexi, knowing that this work will be going on to other acclaim and awards. And someday soon, someone special will own it.
Woman and dog … part of my rural street photography project. Also at The Roadside Artist blog, my street photography is just part of my naturalistic documentary style. It flows from the premise that everyone is worth documenting; that all lives have inherent value. You may disagree, but that is my founding principle.
