Photographs

In a place both deluged and water-starved, sustained seasonal observation allows for telling images.

ASMR4 is a small-run conversation. A conversation between 4 photographers in the form of a book.

In 1969, in the Yucatan and on the coast of Sanibel Island, Robert Smithson made a series of mirror travel photographs.

I worked on “scopes”, 2D plots which visualize the lightness or chrominance of an image.

Dust, weeds and other castaways. The slow shift of light and foliage. A lake nearly gone.

Installed throughout the space, both formally framed and resting on ledges, are photographs made over the course of three decades.

Present day investigations at Lynden Sculpture Garden of Meriwether Lewis’s diary entry describing a day and night in the environs of the Great Falls of the Missouri River.

I viewed with regret the many hours I have spent in indolence, and now soarly feel the want of that information which those hours would have given me had they been judiciously expended.

Working with a novel image sensor and towards the fundamentals of image processing.

During a 2013-14 residency, I explored the transit of seasons, animals, and sculptures across the Milwaukee prairie.

Retracing Mark Twain’s 1861 journey across Utah’s alkali desert.

An online project which became a 53′ scroll. “There is no end of wholesome medicine in such an experience.”

Working at high altitudes, photographs as emotional objects. A gallery show and an artist's book.

In 2008, I made a portfolio of Google-sourced images for Triple Canopy magazine.

The language of this small paradise exists for us to happen upon in future days or to reflect on in former. For the visitor, the cold moment is a negotiable foray into fiction and found territory.

Sometime around 2001, I decided I was a landscape photographer. No more birds, just the land. And an odd seal.

In 1995 Reuben Margolin and I drove to Labrador in a 1980s subcompact car. Reuben brought his notebook and I brought my camera.

Drifting in New York, and a few other places. A getting-the-feet-back-on-the-ground effort.

Those were the days!  Traveling in the car West then East.  Drifting to and from the darkroom, printing evening after evening.

A few more images of birds over the years, culled from various projects.

I was getting really seriously into the landscapes.  And setting up scenes with crosses.

This is a game of theatrical self-revelation. The cards assume the emotional damage and self-doubt of the players. Win by charming the other players with your anguish.

This was the "first NY art show". It wasn't really called "trying to learn..." It didn't have a title, but that was what I'd been wanting to call it if I could've gotten up the guts, so I'll pretend it is the title.

Some pictures from long ago.
These are scanned from slides dupes, and hence are a bit ratty...