Atonal Complexities
My photographic work on this site plays out like a musical performance. At times it flows with an agreeable harmony of color and form—classical images of simple consonant beauty, their charms easily appreciated. At times it becomes dissonant, even random and disruptive, reflecting the chaotic rhythms of the city or the inner upheavals of joy, sadness, fear, anger, surprise.
Perhaps it’s useful to note that I once was a musician with only modest talents who nearly completed an undergraduate degree in music theory and composition, and who was drawn to the atonal and rhythmic complexities of aleatory textures. Now I improvise visually, spinning out the odd, beautiful and interesting moments of a life that become frozen shut in black & white or recast in a multitude of hues and colors that are here recombined in this visual polyphony.
I strive, consciously and unconsciously, to create new fields of interest, expressions of force, and yes, beauty, in order to make visible how it is to feel, to witness, to live and to sing. I believe art is rebellion. I reject certitude. Yet I agree with Keith Haring writing into his journal the year before he died, “I accept my fate, I accept my life. I accept my shortcomings, I accept the struggle.” Still, I confess there is a perverse satisfaction in weaving in secret these symphonies of spontaneity and chance of which only the occasional visitor will discover before they vanish into these ever shifting electronic sands. Such is the quantum reality in which we all live.
