Did you notice this corroded hinge when you passed the old truck? I did and was thrilled with the textures and colors created by the layers of old primer and peeling paint. It is art to me. That’s why I call myself a photo artist and not a photographer. I have not the skill required to produce magnificent landscapes and compelling portraits. But I do have, what others refer to, as an unusual eye.
This site, on the Pages listed in the right hand column on the bottom, will reveal what I see and consider worth sharing. If you agree and would like to purchase the images as prints or on canvas, just contact me for how we can make that happen.
Many images encourage Imagination – tiny stories suggested by something that touches a magical place inside. What do you see?
Back wall of Medford’s Sparta Building. 2014. The grand building was finished in 1911 with great fanfare and salubrious intentions. The building was the pride of the city and won national honors for design, a first for the city. The mayor called it his second home; it was filled with financial experts and those who craved their advice. Until greed and corruption crippled the financial world and those who sucked at its beguiling teat. Two suicides and a murder closed the doors. The building lay empty for decades. The decay on the walls hid the glory that was, until the artists were encouraged to fill the forlorn spaces with exhibits.