My earliest memories
are peering through these eyes at the world
These eyes, the
inner being that saw through these eyes
Wishing to
communicate before I had words to form into sentences..
These eyes,
myself now looking
through these eyes
using images and
words…
having lived a
longer time of joys and sorrows as life is lived.
Yet the same being
peering through these eyes still sees.
In the late night,
early morning,
days of sun or
darkness,
cold of winter,
heat of summer,
mildness of many in
betweens…
I see.
Not searching for
vision,
not asking, this
magic appears
touching something
within.
Inside warmth of the
crackling fire
Sliding the heavy
glass door open
Cold blast of
winters chill swirls
Passed me and into
the room
The oak standing
tall beyond the pines
Covered in floating snow,
Through the screen
of summer
All of time fills
the space
the camera between
us
inside looking out..
Of the house
Through the door
Through a window
Through the lens
Through these eyes
Back within the
being
A connection to
being here
I now notice that
all of my photographic work has been from this place,
This place, within
and wishing to communicate what is felt through this seeing seer.
This body of new
work, inspired on a snow stormy day in 2004, is again full of this wish.
This is my search in
my life and in my photography…
Here in this place
Alone
Yet not alone at all.
continuing in 2023
When I first began using a camera as a vehicle for my vision
I didn't know wha I was doing
teaching myself to print by making mistakes not knowing what grain was,
being interested in the image only, I learned by trial and error.
When I began showing/exhibiting my photographs, I would say
"I'm a visual artist using a camera"
not referering to myself as a photographer.
I have been including drawing again as my practice, on my living room wall
I now hung two large painting that I did when living in San Francisco in the 60's
I stopped painting when we re-located in Toronto.
I have often chosen a different path than the one I start on and often stop
what I am working on before I exhaust it.
I don't know who owns many of my sold pieces over the years, hope they are
still viewed wherever they are.
My most recent work on 'collage', I see them as moving ideas, visions, images I have
had during many different times in different places,
Something happened when I place two giant Saguaro cacti in and image where you
see glaciers from the Icefield Parkway, something about time and space,
I have not travelled the world, but being touched by different places where I
captured on film using a camera. Film I developed and printed, in rented darkrooms,
my darkroom and the great darkroom at the Banff Centre
These collages are not digital images:
They are me standing and looking and cutting images that I printed long ago. Some
were from digital images taken even with my phone, The final pieces are one of a kind.
I have several chap books of my poems with images, and a few poems published in
diffeent publications.
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It is the pleasure of being able to do all this work,
the pleasure and joy that comes from having any dream from childhood on that is
worth every moement of discontent.