I do what I do because I mean it. I make no money, or hardly anything from my photography. Sometimes I sell a print or a zine. I love what I do. I believe I have something to say about my place in this world and what I see. I hope you see it too.
By Emily Farache April 25, 2022 In 2005, acclaimed American photographer Ralph Gibson, known for his fine art books and prints, published Refractions, a small but influential 49-page work that has since been in and out of print. The ideas within his “Notes on the Aesthetics of Photography” were an important contribution to the practical and intellectualContinue reading “20 Minutes With: Photographer Ralph Gibson”
Unpacking photography’s biggest inferiority complex. by Dina Litovsky Apr 8, 2022 I was scrolling through Twitter when I came upon a question, “To all photographers out there, do you consider yourself an artist or a photographer?” This ought to be good, I thought. And, sure enough, the thread was exactly as I anticipated. Most peopleContinue reading “Photography’s Phallic Stage or Why Photographers Should Stop Calling Themselves “Artists””
From Peloton Magazine. A great article that could be applied to most anything. These words really resonated with me. Letting go is what we do when the acrobatics that we’ve been performing to protect our carefully constructed self identities are no longer working. Like many people, I have experienced my own kind of emotional reckoningContinue reading “LIGHT MY WAY – By “Bruno” Yates”
OPINION – From the NYT DAVID BROOKS Let’s say you’re a musician, artist or actor with dreams of making it big. How do you do that? The standard answer is: Be really excellent at your craft and you will become renowned. Sadly, it’s not that simple. Excellence is a requirement, but often it’s not enough.Continue reading “What the Beatles Tell Us About Fame”
Reminiscing a bit about my time working at Camera Barn and many of the famous photographers I sold darkroom supplies to. I almost forgot about the afternoon that Harry Callahan walked in. Accompanied by his equally famous wife and muse Elenor, and their daughter Barbara, they were there to purchase a complete darkroom setup andContinue reading “Reminiscing”
“The pictures have to talk, not me.” – Robert Frank, “Leaving Home, Coming Home: A Portrait of Robert Frank”
Sometimes I look around knowingly that the world is larger than my street. Obligations of job, family, and now COVID, prevent me from the travel I yearn to do and the projects I would love to immerse myself into. But, I am here. My world is what surrounds me everyday. My wife, my son, myContinue reading “Sometimes…”
Back in the late 1980s I had a show at the “Helio Gallery” in the East Village where I was living. I walked in one late Saturday afternoon to see how things were going. The gallery owner told me that a man came in, looked around and was interested in one of my images. HeContinue reading “Hans Namuth”
A new theme for this blog, but this might not be the one. My old theme was retired and everything is different for me. Editing, uploading, theme. Please bear with me as I go through some teething pains.